How do you make a living, crawling crumbling stairs?
You have some beautiful legs, but the stairs...they just don’t care.
And how you miss your mother, and the way she’s almost there…
I know about the shame from the cyclones that she bares.
In this bed of weeds…grow tall and die with seeds.
Lonely miss aero plane is dropping parts all over the place…
But I still feel you in my clothes, in the cotton… it’s that close...
And of all the floors to stand on, don’t stand on this one here…
It cracked when all the wealth came back and claimed its share.
You’ve cursed the men who built it…
You’ve stomped it straight to tears…
I don’t think you’re built just like it… but beware…
How do you make a living, on musical chairs?
You love those pretty songs, but the chairs…they just don’t care.
In this bed of weeds grow small and die with ease.
Lonely miss aero plane has disappeared been kissed insane,
But I still feel you in my throat when I swallow... it's that close….
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