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Fear chimes at night
through the copper pipes
I toss the cover off
can’t sleep and the dark is lost
I’d never wish to graft
that crew
just chew the candy
in your
inbox
They say people are soft
They pull the covers back
and my phone is trapped
in sticky sap
I pull the covers back
Can’t sleep, it’s lost
Can’t sleep, it’s lost
on me
on me
not you
The Shipping Forecast
talks about the weather
and the leather is weathered
procrastinate in feathers
In the rain
you’re vain
You try to take control
but you’ll never
on me
on me
not you
