The words flew out
From slingshot castle
Yeah you spoke up
Was that a fist?
And you were crying from those same bloodshot red eyes
And I was frozen like a spectre in the crowd
And now the letters from my trench coat are gone
Lost them softly see the real inside
The thoughts went up
From the red pyramid
Like talking trash
Like burning lights
And we can squawk till are faces are red
And we can burn till the evening is old
The words won't fly, the thoughts won't come again
I've had enough now
I'm all coffeed out
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