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[uponherarrival]

waiting till the final strike
from skys they drop down bombs so bright
at the edge of these rivers we cast and reel
pretend we're fine with how we feel

the nightman's curse hung 'round my neck
a welfare check that covers rent
hitching rides to hell and back
back then we were so intimate

i only talk now to myself
bent forwards backwards, time cant tell
you how to grieve when time stands still
comfort marketed within a pill

doesnt make much sense to me
would rather be spread out to sea
sinking merrily like petoskey stones
king of my domain, but not till i'm gone

the lovely one that rid herself
abandonment, emotions shelveed
i'd save if i could, know this
sacrificing peace for lists
of thigs to be done
that wont you know
buried like grass beneath this snow