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Hey maybe I'll wait up
For a conversation with a crutch
Clutching me at my ribs
My vibraphone, laughing tone
A smile just to do me in

Give me some significance
For busy signal deliverance
Been living inside of a fool

You shrink into your clothes
Warm yet unknown
Yeah it's been here as long as you've been home
A thought forgotten though benign
Why ask sometimes
Impulse can never lie