your midas touch on the chevy door
november flush and your flannel cure
this dorm was once a madhouse
i made a joke "well it's made for me" how
evergreen, our group of friends
don't think we'll say that word again
and soon they'll have the nerve to
deck the halls that we once walked through
one for the money, two for the show
i never was ready so i watch you go
sometimes you just don't know the answer
till someone's on their knees and asks you
"she would've made such a lovely bride
what a shame she's fucked in the head" they said
but you'll find the real thing instead
she'll patch up your tapestries that i shred
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