Maybe I fell in love tonight,
Maybe I can't breathe this tight.
Hollow is the past
The present moves too fast
And no matter what, I always come in last.
But that was my intention,
Can't miss a thing,
Or ignore this intervention on a high wire suspension,
Cause most of us envy queens
But all of us gleam green.
When we see what lies ahead
Of a good man soon to be dead.
Floor lamps, summer camps,
Monthly cramps and bleeding hands,
All has gone by without much thought,
Not a mistake to cry when you realize you're easily bought.
Back to the point, off this off-road little diddy,
Time to sink down, fly up to the nitty gritty
Collective thoughts my printer ink might write,
I know I did right tonight by laughing in spite.

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