Two to one.
Static to the sound of you and I,
I'm done for the last time.
And there this was,
Hiding at the bottom of your
Swimming pool some September.
And don't you think
I wish that I could stay.
Your lips give you away.
I can hear it, the jet engine
Through the center of the storm.
And I'm thinking I'd
Prefer not to be rescued.
Two to none.
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