A Rise And Fall Of a Dilapidated Home - Self Talking Telephone

Under at best, courage rears it's lousy head
and makes the ripeness of possibilities fruitless
And I'm stuck staring, touching, and tugging at whatever has movement
"here's to making myself feel poignant"
He thinks as he knocks back a drink
The clock hands turn 360 degrees and he's stumbling on air with vigor
But yet again, the passions conflict
She chokes his neck tied throat again
As his BAC grows thicker

)She hurls herself onto the bed
As his face grows undoubtedly red)

This is the stomp clap regime
So wake up early to me
And leave before I awake
So I keep drinking to the tape

Climb right on out of bed
After a terror so bad I can't make sense
and of course you're not there beside me
"Great she's done it again"
"It's the fifth time since we talked and vowed that this was so inconvenient, I mean this!"

(I'm calling it all out now
Dunno what it's about
So I'll go and deliver all that I can
I can!)

This is the stomp clap regime
So wake up early to me
And leave before I awake
So I keep drinking to tape
My own mouth shut

You say these self talking telephones all ring all ring all ring on their own
(And that excites me)
Don't talk don't start don't start it now
I know how I know how I know how Disappointing it seems

Written by:
Thatcher Stevens

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