you couldn't take the legal limit and i didn't know how drunk i was if i fall first then you say you win it but it's a bit hasty to say you've won i remember that train ride that wouldn't end and the conductor who soon became your friend we took in all the scenery and then you blew me off and i cursed you with my hand i've no idea where you are going but a good idea of where you've been if you make it by winter before it's snowing my compliments to your conductor friend i read all about her in the lesser papers and i can't say that i'm impressed she'll act like a shabby doll if you make her and god only knows what you taught her to do with her hands. i'm sure she looks good in the transit light but things are gonna seem a bit too bright when i'm gone she pushed you off at a stop in jackson and suddenly you're feeling torn you cried like a baby when you pulled out the photos you call it art but it's just porn you're proud of your journey of love and loss and all the stories you could tell you think there's a market for your subtle pictures but no one will look at that captured hell in your hands

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