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There's a method to the madness of this attic I'm accustomed to |
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But every spring I try to visit with a brush and broom |
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Dust consumes this collection of souvenirs |
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And tonight I'd like to erase any proof that you were here |
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Let's begin with a look inside of a shoe box |
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Here's my youthful aspiration to be 2pac |
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A book on Darwin with photos of the Galapagos |
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Here's a picture of the father that I never got to know |
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A shot my mother bathing her babies in a sink |
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A mediocre poem that I wrote in golden ink |
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And over here is a crate of academic records |
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I traded in for vinyl when I learned I could apply em better |
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It's apparent that I haven't cleaned in ages when I'm finding |
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Social studies books with porn between the pages |
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Born in fetal stages and cluttered ever since |
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This attic needs the vacancy to make some room to think |
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But in the corner there's a chest that's under lock and key |
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And possibly the target of the cleansing |
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And as it opens there's a part of me that's over it and part of me |
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That wants to keep remembering |
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Dear John |
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I'm ecstatic that we met and I |
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Haven't been upset from the night we spoke on the beach |
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It feels like there's a part of me that's hollow |
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And I'll follow you because I think you've got the missing piece |
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Dear John |
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Can't believe it's been a year, wish that you were here with me in this unfamiliar city |
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I know you're insecurities are eating you alive, but I'm thinking of your eyes every time we... |
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Dear John, |
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I'm the victim of a city serpent's venom and I'm being sent away |
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In search of purpose |
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It hurts that anniversaries are only words to me and lately I've been wondering why you thought I was worth it |
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She ran shoe less through shards of my heart of glass toward a garden of golden roses with invisible thorns |
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And her presence in my attic is an umbilical cord that pulls my physical form towards her miserable storm |
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I stripped the picture frames of their faces |
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And liberated shackled chain letters from my ankles and wrists |
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And kept my fingers from the edges of the envelopes and anything |
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That might have had a dance with her lips |
