Forgetting words
it's a common curse
at the top of my tongue
like the trigger of a gun
with shaky hands
and a stiff throat
and i just can't remember
what it was i was gonna say
so here's to the night
well this day
no sleep
just the sounds of the south
tired eyes seeking sights
but losing everything
that was never really there
the sun has risen
and my eyes are falling
so until next time
from a house in a quiet cove
to the bright blue sky
i feel just like you
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