Had nothing but then
a long look in the mirror
blood rushes to the rims
my god I'm crying
champagne's all popped without me,
poor me,
I want to speak our common language,
shared vision like foreheads touching
in a cartoon universe
but "we're too old for this shit"
as in, too old to be amateurs oh ama, amour
and me I chose to go no further
to stand at the gate and keep watch
and run when trouble came
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