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A wick with no candle, a wheel with no axle
I ride with no saddle, no lift, then I’m dragging the kite
A blade with no handle, a brick for your window
I’m fine but I’m single, a dime and I’m the same on both sides
You’re a stone-cold killer you say, but you’re looking like a
part-time criminal, waive the charade, man, you lay it on thick
It’s a dive bar, save the game - you drink and you sit
Easy to please but hard to impress
I’m in a mood, new shoes, and a bulletproof dress
Sugar on the rim and a shot of mescal
man, it’s murder in the morning but it’s good for morale
Can you mortar more, looks like you’re bricking with both hands
Get the spirit level or the skeleton won’t stand
Fuck the plan, man, I’m tryna call an audible
probable lost cause but I got a thing for long shots
Yes, yes, naysayers got the wrong job
Best bet when you think they got the wrong odds
And I’ve done some living in a glass house
high note blew the motherfucking walls off
And I sleep with both eyes open
standing up alone and holding off the rust
And I’m still living by my maiden name
the name I came with, the name I made
and I’m bare-faced at your masquerade
filled a flask up before I came
Because night falls
we all wanna hear that fight song
car running like a nylon, brights on
time’s right but the clock’s wrong
never set it, never settle in a time zone
Take what I need with me
pray for rain but brace for whiskey
Something in the tank, money in the bank, callin it a win,
we give a little thanks, give a little back
Busy with the grand plan, take one last look
left the bandwagon for a banned book
To break out you gotta give up the chase
To make love you gotta take off the brace
And we all leave it feeling half done
best you can do is just put a hand up
hope grace and good works in the end add up
Find out when the pendulum hangs plumb
-- Dessa, Warsaw
Parts of Speech • Doomtree