Current names on how to fill out forms,
Wrap cold knuckles on the table, don't smile and
Greet me silently, be creative I guess,
Strange, just standing around alone with
Skinny legs and black jewels for blinking eyes
On the electric turquoise backdrop,
Like a new, strange numerical value
Yeah, I got it, with you I actually never know
What the hell I'm talking about
Reality is coffee-drenched
With bitter chalk built up under my fingernails,
So much for falling in love
I wouldn't be waking up serious
In bed with you at the break of dawn, cold water
On a bleak blue shirt, sleeplessness.
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