It's been a hell of a year, but I'm mentally prepared To do a dance around the next couple medical scares I'm Fred Astaire with the metal wearing quickly off my tap shoes So I step quietly, the way that cat's move But I'm bear-like. My head trapped in dear lights You can call me John, I'm writing letters to the dark side of the moon tonight My lovely Jane, you went away but the pain stayed So I'm sending you a package to the address where you traded names I made no claims on the identity theft I'm more concerned about the home with no amenities left And it's already a mess. The dust piles like your junk mail So I eat away depression and crush the scale You find yourself on the opposite side of the spectrum Emaciated on a strict diet of bed crumbs Me? I choose to wallow and I'll just swim in my fat You...refuse to swallow so I see ribs from the back This isn't an attack, it's an admission of guilt I'm living in the past, kissing your ass, sipping your milk But it's all bone and curdle. I saw stones in a circle Stood in the middle. Told myself riddles in a robe that's purple The murder weapon was an icicle Is that the reason why I'm standing in this puddle with my eyes so full? I fight feelings like a war on drugs I'm a chemist with a test tube addiction born through coffee mugs Our baby now is all growed up Your car is still dead in my driveway while I wait for the tow truck And you know what? I know I drove you away I still don't think it was wrong so I don't know what to ...
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