Sitting by candlelight, sucking back kryptonite in vain. Used up message tape, nowhere to escape, locked in my chair. Watching my silhouette, sucking back cigarettes in peace. The golden age of call display is thankfully here. I see your mouth moving, but suddenly I think I'm deaf. I used to hear you but. All your talk is cheap skywriting, it's big & bold until the smoke has message disappears. cleared. A gust of wind & words are re Cranking my radio, drowning out Romeo with bass. It's thundering & somewhere else. I used to hear you but. quieting, I'm riding the storm. I see you scream at me but I pretend I'm above the clouds, go write a best Non know. something, but maybe it was just a dream, I used to hear you but now I.
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