i answer the door like some goddamned butler'man
who isn't ever home
just only working in some foreign land
too scared to let well enough just alone
i greet my guests with a fake smile and a groan
hiding the underneath of my face
as if painting for them some normal of tone
never letting up how so exhausted is the outside of my face
and i let the evening grow over
like weeds becoming green
like the lines in my face growing older
yea, an i lie about everything
every single puff out of my mouth,
like some goddamned northern boat heading way, way down south.
just only working in some foreign land
too scared to let well enough just alone
i greet my guests with a fake smile and a groan
hiding the underneath of my face
as if painting for them some normal of tone
never letting up how so exhausted is the outside of my face
and i let the evening grow over
like weeds becoming green
like the lines in my face growing older
yea, an i lie about everything
every single puff out of my mouth,
like some goddamned northern boat heading way, way down south.
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