remember how we had so much fun
remember how we aimed our guns
december i'll see you again
try decipher me again
you'll never get me
i'm stranded hea with yer folly
train and be a fine specimen
the future has been here 4 ever
and i'm still naive and dim with fire in my belly
change my clothes
smirk at yer token gestures
be friendly with the pharmacist
hey man that's all i am
and that's all i care to be
i've got aches that stretch back a decade
i've been picking myself up
and been dusting myself all too frequently
put you in place of.....
now i'm off on my trail
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