my words gave birth to a child who grew up quick
they called him 'the man who kissed'

i don't call anyone 'cause i've got

nothing to say but that doesn't

stop the damn phone from ringing

all day and the person on the other end

has always got even less than me

crazed voices with no love

hands turned blue with cold

from holding the future

trying to decide whether to catch a

train or the flu

it's a long drive for someone like you it's a long drive for someone who loves you

there is nothing to be heard above the din

listen to the sound of the sun's fire

and it sounds just like

a fat old man choking

on a hamburger from denny's

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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