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buttoned-up coats and your pants by the bed
cigarette smoke surrounds your halo'ed head
and you're comely wrapped in sheets
and your body's underneath me
watch our shipwrecks combine as your mouth sheds into mine

drunk garden boy
i watched you fall asleep
husking off your skin
and growing out new leaves

drunk garden boy
no shoes on the stairs
because we own all these rooms
and we own all the chairs

so, come home, come home to me
throw your suitcase in the car and turn off the tv

drunk garden boy
can you hear the music, too?

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