Everyone I've Ever Loved
Lives in chunky cups of soup behind my eyes.
Everyone I've ever loved
Lives in chunky cups of soups behind my eyes
If I could bring us all to a simmer in one pot
Just once before I die
I'd have to quit my job marketing wool blindfolds
And take fittings for a quilt we could all hold.
The more I hate the system
The greater its power over me.
The longer you lie,
The more we'll yell when you tell.
Paving pothol…
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