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on the day you were trying to figure out
the shapes of all the clouds
we stood on common ground

I found you lounging on your back
where the sun had killed the grass
beside the overpass

back when we were living through a drought
and waiting on a flood
of the things we'd done without

cause we were used to being more or less
uncomfortable at best
a kind of guest in my own house

is it too much to ask
this lucidity to last?
is it too much to ask?

on the day you were trying to get around
the shadow of a doubt
the sky was all burnt out

but we were used to being more or less
bitter and unimpressed
with days this overcast

and now in all the times that's passed
to watch you fill the gaps
3/4 of a lap

resenting the idle
days of your childhood
that you can't get back

is it too much to ask
this lucidity to last?
is it too much to ask?

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