I can’t cry my own tears,
so I find someone else’s.
You have to be perfect though,
sorry we can’t be friends.
Vision of you disguising me
is what I really need.
Tried searching for Jesus,
guess he didn’t fit the box.
Need to get out now,
all these so called tragedies.
Heard another call
& the heart’s finally calm.
It’s been so long,
have been fine with the buzzing sounds.
Here’s looking at you, kid,
how about that second round?
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