if our raincoats were any indication
it was a wet one like beach at fullers home
my visions of suzanna drinking missiles
my visions of the past i leave alone
i block your memory like my youthfulness
but even certain sounds can cause a dirty mess
before i left i kissed your check and wept
i've never hated to hate to love just like this
my shirt its reds and blue they stain my skin
i told the two i love that i'd be back again
if puddles and the scraps of cloth return...
i'd give a thousand pounds just for a sunburn
congratulations, to your ghost.
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