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Lacking something,
too much nothing,
a house with walls
and nothing in it.

Queasy stomach,
cigarette butts,
burnt up post cards
and I’m sill waiting.

For you to come to my rescue
and save me from myself.
To shake the dust off my windows
so I can see something else

Wounds untended,
hate still pending,
don’t test me
cause I’m liable to break out.

Overwhelmed by
reckless action
but no one’s perfect
but I’m still waiting.

For you to come to my rescue
and save me from myself.
To shake the dust off my windows
so I can see something else

Cause I’m trying my hardest
but theres only so much a man can take
they say time can mend anything
but how long do I have to wait?

For you to come to my rescue
and save me from myself.
To shake the dust off my windows
so I can see something else

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