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catefrances

in union station
with a package in his hand
though it wasnt hispackage
he walked as if he owned the world
hypocritical cause he sought what he needed
from those he couldnt stand
and she assured him that ti was okay

john's a busker
singing tunes on the high street
his green acoustic in his hands
songs sweet enough to eat

electronic rhythm bass and drums
he fucked a hollywood starlet just to see her weep
she asked him why he did it
and he said because he can
she packed her bags the next morning
he tripped on wires secreted underground

he started losing control
when she started gaining her soul
she thought of verdant rolling hills
while he lost himself in neighbourhoods he didnt know

lily watched him from across the street
as people dropped coins into a hat
she wanted to approach him
but she knew better than that

electronic rhythm bass and drums
his thoughts sanctified every breath he took
regretting nothing but somehow all
his mind clouded unable to judge
whats right and what shuld be denied

6pm and he packed up his guitar
hed find his way, not letting go
of what he wasnt quite sure
the moon rose high above him
and he thought of her asleep
becoming someone he wasnt sure hed love

the hesitation in his eyes
the slownesss of his step
allowd her insight into what he couldnt bring himself to say
he thought that hed get past it
she knew otherwise
and so, a quiet spring morning she ldecided to leave him where he stood