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October 11, 2009
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she’s a jar
with a heavy lid
my pop quiz kid
sleepy kisser
a pretty war
with feeling’s hid
she begs me not to miss her

she says forever
to light a fuse
we could use
a hand full of wheel
and a day off
and a bruised road
however
you might feel
tonight is real

when i forget how to talk
i sing
won’t you please
bring that flash to shine
and turn my eyes red
unless they close
when you click
and my face get’s sick
stuck
like a question
unposed

just climb aboard
the tracks of a train’s arm
in my fragile family tree
and watch me floating
inches above
the people underneath

please
beware
the quiet front yard
i warned you before
they were water skies
i warned you not to drive
dry your eyes
you poor devil

are there really ones like these?
the ones that dream
float like leaves
and freeze to spread
skeleton wings
i passed through
before i knew you

i believe it’s just because
daddy’s payday is not enough
oh, i believe
it’s all because
daddy’s payday
is not enough

just climb aboard
the tracks of a train’s arm
in my fragile family tree
and watch me floating
inches above
the people underneath

she’s a jar
with a heavy lid
my pop quiz kid
sleepy kisser
a pretty war
with feelings hid
you know, she begs me
not to hit her