The park the moon hidden behind clouds
The birds have all left us for the south
What’s the appeal I’m keeping it real
The air so thin I struggle for this breath
And you’ve been gone a week or two at best
It’s a catastrophe I’m in the shit again
Somebody’s after me I need some medicine
The swings the flag rattle like a ghost
The salt-ty air leaves all decomposed
Where have you been you were my friend
The wind my breath hanging in the air
And you elapsed I’m so unprepared
Climbing an icy cliff taking on water
I’m getting used to this why do I bother
Back in a hole again I know the recipe
Doesn’t feel like pretend I need some chemistry
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