a gospel text
down the middle of dotted
lines
right into the brightest
city I've barely seen
I live like I ride
ten feet at a time
making last minute decisions
and wondering why
the world
doesn't
or you
don't respond as
quickly as I'd like
So here I am
poor choices and horrible timing
hung around my neck
like some rusty anchors
slowly sinking
to the bottom of this
slutty sea
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