I think I thought it was all real
I think I thought to appeal
an open heart that would suit you better
then a guy in a pale
rocking till you pick up your mail
down to your pretty street
down to your pretty meat
a shiny paycheck just for you
a sour feeling as you open it too
pecking your neck with a problem
asking "god why had I chosen this problem"
rolling back in your rocking chair
past where you lose your hair

pull it back to replace
all the things you left inside, inside
in the mudroom where your memories died
where I kissed you I thought it was real
my sour lies to your appeal
I know that I know no better
to pass under the table this stabbing letter
was I lying the whole time

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