I chip away
cause I’m not ok
so I
I chip away
poked a hole right into myself
and inside I found someone
who said I was ok
still I don’t feel easy
on this tree
among the blossoms
caustic ally
I am the thorn
close my eyes to take up spare time
I wish I just
could be where the crowd goes
with the crowd
they must be going somewhere
up from the catacombs
I can into the Angel again
he took the high road
and I took the low road
we both were dirty faces
we both were dirty faces
I don’t
I don’t
I don’t
don’t feel easy
I don’t
I don’t
I don’t
don’t feel easy
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