When it feels like
You've got something to say this time
Giving barely a word
Or lackadaisical slur
Breathing into life, show me the signs
Pop go the lights
Demerit is always the first light of my day
Fine lines leading me away
Take down everything you wanted me to say
Play a blue note
Onto my heart and soul
When morning comes
And once again
The first attempt will go unmet
With gladness
The last strike of defense is always the sweetest
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