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In the morning I’ll stumble into the shower
But I’ll duck and dive to hide from the eyes in the mirror
Drenched in cold water in hopes it my cure this endless fever
The doctor thinks he’s so clever like my illness is something he can turn off
With the pull of a lever 
So he prescribed some pills but now a family of them fills my cabinet 
In fits of humility I dissolve them 
And drink them down to find the rumored resolve
But in my opinion it’s all pretty fruitless
These capsules hold no relation to bliss
The barely solve my simplest problems

So I’ve been compiling some of my longings
And my regrets and lining my pockets with them
Gwen says “Do not fret we’ll fix you yet”
“And I know you feel like a piece of drift wood caught in the net of time”
“But don’t you worry boy you’re too magnificent”
“For anything to catch you in a net or hold you on a line”
I don’t know what it is but this girl always shows me hope
She always finds such majestic words and phrases 
Sometimes they daze me in conjunction with her smile
For that short while I remember the function of my loneliest organ 
But she never stays she returns to he apartment down the block a ways 
From time to time she says “let me tuck you in”
A sweet gesture but I dread those words
Because I know she will blow away like a cool breeze on a smothering summer 
day

I wish she never had to leave 
Because I’ve got the saddest little story to tell 
Carved into the dry wall of a cave
Scripted on a bit of parchment 
My gift to the lonely seven seas 
I’ll release it over the crest of a wave 
So the sea can save it 
And brag “I’ve got the saddest little story to tell written by a boy from........
Well wherever his heart may brave”

I must confess my apartments a mess 
The walls are covered in a mosaic of picture frames
In my sad little attempt to control some small bits of time 
You know it’s funny that it’s easier for us to see beauty when it’s outlined 
And all things are beautiful but I still can’t see it 
So until then I consider myself blind
In silence I hear this constant whine
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