Got restless feelings sinking into my skin. Empty bottles of acetaminophen. I’m not too young to read the lines on the grave, too old to swelter in the sun and be saved. It’s settled in all right. An everlasting night. And now I feel relieved, tore my heart right off my sleeve I’m HARDLY DONE. I’m not a victim of my own device. A mixed up salesman you all have to entice. Diffuse the spectrum of a ghastly extreme. My tongue is burning and my eyes they both gleam. Dollars and cents expel, the price of living well. But now I feel release. The fold, the line, the ridge, the crease. And now I feel at ease. Dried the pen that wrote my lease on life, I’m hung. And I don’t need ideals. You’ll find romance in your high heels.
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