Was he a poet? Magician?
Was it really time to disappear?
He had his intuition.
I had to have lines on my paper.
He was the most ancient thing that I could grasp.
Fleetingly still counts,
He had the sea and he had the moon.
I had my reason.

Maybe I was afraid you’d read some truths about me.
Cuz you’ve always been a mirror like that.
How you’d watch me get all mixed up.
How you’d watch me mess it all up.

I should have known
by your bag of poems and trap doors.
Should have called that one.
Should have called that one.
Should have called that one.

Lyrics submitted by skerry

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