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[matgroupie]

I’m twisting the dice back
And holding on slowly
I’m breathing in deeply
Of air that’s been fumigated

I swear this is better
I’m safe in my sweater
And waiting for you and
Something that’ll never come
We’re waiting on

Let’s be metric
Like the verses and stanzas
That make up a book
And the paragraphs in the back of the mouths of the politicians
That we spend all our time slandering and slaying

We never mean much to anything
We’re holding steadfast
And mumbling our songs
We’re holding steadfast
And mumbling our songs

Sometimes it surprises even lives I don’t lead

We smoke too much
And don’t inhale too much of anything