The days are chained like daisies

Flung on some years-old grave

On ground unmarked, found on no chart

Or map or minefield aid

I can only change the future

I cannot change the past

I can't recall who's on my side

I can only watch my back

Through aimless thought, through thoughtless deed

I joined with liars and thieves

But behold the only liar who's

Scorned and told to leave



I will walk yr way



A soap-opera clown

Stakes his place by her side

And he'll sniff, pout and frown

'til she tells him the world is wrong

And his cliches are right



Now, the season never changes

Just me and my true love

In this harbour bare, slate-grey and hushed

Where slow death is life enough



You made of me an outcast

A suitcase-dwelling shell

You made of mine a heart of stone

Which you dropped down a bottomless well

Well, fair enough,

But just don't call it love

When it was just lust for blood

And by the way, "get out" just means "get out" to me



I will walk yr way

Debts of the world are not mine to pay

So i will walk yr way


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