Drowning in the pools of other lives,
Rely a bit too heavily
On alchohol and ironing,
Get clobbered on by courtesy,
In love with love and lousy poetry,
And I'm leaning on this broken fence
Between past and present tense,
And I'm losing all those stupid games
That I swore I'd never play... but it almost feels ok
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