Entranced by colors in the gasoline
Tracing patterns with a match stick, pretending to be free
When the walls rattle there is a place I go to tap my feet
and try to be steady
Maintaining the illusion
Waiting for the soul sinker to relinquish me
I got a blood clotted blue arm approach to being happy
Always seeking a new vein, running from old pain
Believe me when I say you're necessary
We gotta tap our feet together
Rattle the walls 'til we don't feel empty
Maybe then we can stop pretending
You'll know where to find me
Curbside, tracing patterns in the gasoline
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