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Caught ten seconds past boredom on a slumdog rainy day
Think I'll whittle away the hours
Making faces at the ceiling
Think I'll race the clocks and hold my breath and fake a steady sleep
Think I'll try to count the minutes
Since I felt my heart start beating.

What do you call a first attempt at setting free a final loss?
What's black and white and fully lace
But never worth the initial cost?
Because it's starting to sink in, I guess, that right now
You're just a cigarette
All smoky incense and slender ashes
Scattered on some rosebuds across the street.

Crash, crash, here we go again - cross my heart, and hope to live
Think I'll paint this world in scarlet
And never bother to ask why
If the best die young and the old are wise, then what a s***ty compromise
Who can we expect to listen to
If we're just a bunch of leftovers?
Think I'll circle the block one more time.

What do you call the setting sun when the moon is out and it's already gone?
What's the fancy name for that feeling when
Your whole heart's splattered on cement?
Because it's starting to sink in, I guess, that right now
You're just a cigarette
And despite all this humidity
I can't seem to stop coughing.





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