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MAYBE

I want to be a road on a map
To the name of a place you can't remember
Tiptongued like a silent reminder
But I'm just the hook where you hang your hat
You lost the map to the month of december
You left me somewhere in november

But we've been here and the morning after
Drinking coffee brewed black and saccharine
Trading punches in the heavy rain
The passersby think we're insane
Maybe you left
Maybe you came

I want to be the star on your tree
But we'll both burn down when I start shining
You don't know where to find me
Read me like a line of poetry
Or a verse from a song that you sing
When you suddenly start shining

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BLACK BOX

Shiny scalpels in your hand
Tell the armies to disband
This is not a showdown between you and I.
It involves bigger and bigger things
Like money and power and the price of gasoline
A basket to catch the rolling heads.
A basket to catch the rolling heads.

Treaties with unreasonable demands
Orders to remove you from command
You never read these letters that I write.
Secrets held captive in a shiny black box
Crafting your plans when the door finally knocks
A basket to catch the rolling heads.
A basket to catch the rolling heads.

RECURRING THEMES

The things you thought strange
Are here again today
Upsetting you, Bloodletting you
And laughing at your pain

The men you thought friends
Are appearing in the wind
Rearending you, Offending you
And drinking all your gin

But will you
Seek what's undefined
It's forever
When you trade your ten for a nine
You who
Killed off all the time

The gods you once sought
Are after you with the dogs
Begetting you, Forgiving you
And smiling at your sobs

The girls you thought hurt
Are collecting all their pearls
Infecting you, Dissecting you
And ignoring all your words

You walk in with a frown
They sell you back your name
You can picture your first love
But the picture's always framed
The things a man loves best
Line the walls of his cage
But you didn't steal the sun,
You know you were framed

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