Flipping through a new chapter that is already outmoded
Exceptions on top of expectations on top of me
Crawling into the light with heavy eyes
Dreaming of cherry wood and I guy I used to know
He had the same arms and rugged mouth
Matchstick teeth and smoky sound
In death he is forgotten
Except this morning, when you are him and I am barely awake
But here
Listening to you talk while I play piano strings in my pocket
Wondering if I fit. Where you did
Or if you were just
Cool
And was that enough
Or were there strings in your pocket making music
Exceptions on top of expectations on top of me
Crawling into the light with heavy eyes
Dreaming of cherry wood and I guy I used to know
He had the same arms and rugged mouth
Matchstick teeth and smoky sound
In death he is forgotten
Except this morning, when you are him and I am barely awake
But here
Listening to you talk while I play piano strings in my pocket
Wondering if I fit. Where you did
Or if you were just
Cool
And was that enough
Or were there strings in your pocket making music
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