This is a beautiful song with fantastic dream imagery. I love it dearly and as I haven't been posting as much as I'd like, I thought I'd share this with you.
The sirens woke me up again. I know they're coming for me someday, just a matter of when. Count to 25 and yawn; touch the clock and turn my back against the dawn and hope for that one dream of hardware stores with checkered floors and buckets full with nails. We're floating effortless over the apartment to the boat and rowing past the office windows. Mother, mother may i cry? Father will you teach me how to die the right way someday? I don't want a second chance to turn my stuttering reluctance into romance. With these documents and kindergarten anthems with my drunken liturgies... Tune the fm in, to static and pretend that its the sea, but four words fumble for the microphone: you should have known.
A little sad, but it makes me sort of happy.
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