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El Fari

Was it a broken arm or collar bone? It depended on the week And me with my black eye stitched from head to feet Uncomfortably happy All skinned knees

Mother make me gold again again again again It was us and you and him you you and him and Each of us were golden Like sunset on my childhood curtains

We're just whistling past the graveyard Laughing in backseats and restaurants Don't know ourselves well but so what We know each other Floating down from

Run in the front like you said I'm sad I'll miss it send it back in the photographs And I could use a vacation myself My eyes are bored Stuck in the

Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn Weeping about

Smiling sweet, she said she made you smoke your cigs all outside This could be your last time this would be your last time now What's a few if the hotel

"Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit

I want to bury your face in the midwestern dirt To dull the shape And cut that hand that changed my name Polishing And my next words could be my last

I'm like a paper cup with a pin prick You can fill me up but I'll only stay full for a while And wisdom's only shown me that my loneliness is all my fault