With hopeful heart I waited for your knock on the doorI waited but you must have lost your wayI’m on a floor unrecognized by the elevator,     fucked beyond understanding ** O I’ve lied to you so much I can no longer trust you.O Don’t people wear out from the inside, Why must we suffer this expensive silence,aren’t we meant to crest in a fury more distinguished? Leaving you for her was wrongPlease let me come back homeThis old town’s closed downAnd I have no place to go ** I lay my head on the wheelAnd the horn begins honkingThe whole neighborhood knowsThat I’m home drunk againHello to the era of going to the store to buy more icebecause we are running out.Hello to feelings that arrive unintroduced. ** She’s the rock that I lean onShe’s the sunshine of my daylike a watercolor of a fire engineor a statue of the fastest man alive ** What a good year for the roses, many blooms still linger thereThe lawn could stand another mowing; it’s funny, I don’t even careI am so drowsy, here listening to the wild dressage of a housefly, thinking about the loyal robots in my paperbacks. Thinking about the little chalet I would have built for you on Neptune. A Neptune indiscernible from Vermont.
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With hopeful heart I waited for your knock on the door
I waited but you must have lost your way
I’m on a floor unrecognized by the elevator,
     fucked beyond understanding

**

O I’ve lied to you so much I can no longer trust you.
O Don’t people wear out from the inside,

Why must we suffer this expensive silence,
aren’t we meant to crest in a fury more distinguished?

Leaving you for her was wrong
Please let me come back home
This old town’s closed down
And I have no place to go

**

I lay my head on the wheel
And the horn begins honking
The whole neighborhood knows
That I’m home drunk again
Hello to the era of going to the store to buy more ice
because we are running out.
Hello to feelings that arrive unintroduced.

**

She’s the rock that I lean on
She’s the sunshine of my day
like a watercolor of a fire engine
or a statue of the fastest man alive

**

What a good year for the roses, many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowing; it’s funny, I don’t even care
I am so drowsy, here listening to the wild dressage of a housefly, thinking about the loyal robots in my paperbacks. Thinking about the little chalet I would have built for you on Neptune.

A Neptune indiscernible from Vermont.

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