to the covetous disciplinarian:

How many things,
Things loudly, things lately
At fault, but I had them down,
the things like that.

And every friend
every chance that you got
At fault; please, that's awfully important
Writing what's been
Listed out, and I have them.
Everything.
If ever you lied
Exactly like that

One of us against you
At fault, stupid things
Forgotten secrets he said
Well aware, exactly anything

At fault, don't hold anything against you
Nothing adds down like that.
No one wonders how
Secrets backing against things
At fault, heard a lot
Stupid chance that you got

Pain is just us, us like that.
Us like that.
Forgotten away.
wind howls through our new haircuts
the water rushes 'round
heaven knows there's not one thing left to say
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