Cynthia
Single Dean
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Cliffs crumble from a pocket monolith With daguerreotypes of pixilated kids Opossums in an opioid malaise Don't tread on me until I've shaved I feel the love gliding in white light Searing each fingertip with you by my side But now you're powered down and put away A decade in the basket beneath the blade Hey Cynthia Did you dig 'til the world said that's enough? Did you die so I could run amok? Or Todd could use his camera? I gotta tell Colleen I love her Todd could use his camera Fellas, who's got Colleen's number? He bought a house on cemetery row Just to see how deep six feet could go And had his name tattooed in quotes On his toothbrush and tombstone Your smarts are haunting you again What you're good at is only half your friend Your trappings are a big trap door I came to my senses And now I'm back for more So tell me what's the best good sign A pouring slot machine or waterfall devine When you lay around in bed with the dead You gotta get right up and say "That's enough of this"
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