Driving home past your house
thought about how
I’m still not around
I found myself but lost my voice
help can someone send me an invoice
I’m full of noise sword forced in the court
sort out the fort we split from the ports
changing the sort
hit you in the ford
Word takes the world on in the more
Heavy on our backs stacked
stepping from tye to tye
on my way into the sky
flip the coin find we missed her kiss
lost in a past mist through which to exist
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