A writer, a poet
A thinker, a flow-er
Two people, two minds
Too separate, too same
Three places, three daggers
Free worries, free lives

For all of my life, I have drowned in the shadows
Five more minutes of this shit and I'll turn around the gun and say

Sixteen years I've been fighting
I've got a lot to show for it, I can take a punch and throw a hit
Seven is not a lucky number
I've seen more luck in lightning strikes, even selfish friends are worth a fight

Eight chances, eight legs
Ate fire, ate dust
Nine killers, nine tries
Nine worries, nine lives
Ten meetings, ten starts
Ten thousand and ten reasons

Eleven months have come to pass
And and I know that they've gone much too fast

Twelve moons have waxed and waned
I've seen the harvest and the blue, yet I still don't have a clue
Thirteen's more lucky than you think
It signals all the changing tides, yet I still insist to hide alone

In this house, in this city
In this tattered, broken soul, I will find home
I will find my way back, find my way back home

These numbers toy with me
Hunt me down and make me run
Go erase your lines
Let me start at one


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