they are gutting a body of water - yawner

I will die sitting up
With a modesty for makeup
My colors laying thin
My layers uneven

The sun will rise, a plaster bust
With a catch-all phrase for airports
Put on your jazz voice
Put on your jazz voice

You know I've got time for another
And don't worry
I'm eyeballing it

God how I've been fooled
Into lack of feeling

Written by:
Douglas Dulgarian

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