I Burn the Chairspt 1I Burn the Chairs
I build my furniture out of books
And recall the photographs that I took
And with every book finished
And feelings of past love diminished
I burn the chairs in which I sat
To mourn the loss that love begat
And finally learn how long it took
To bite the bait and not the hook
Now everything I try to do
I bend my bones into something new
Pt. 2
I build the furniture I see on TV
And wonder if your bed reminds you of me
And as wonders wander far away
boy
:gasp:
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boca del cielo
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