Calalily
Owen
Calalily, can you hear me?
In all my drunkenness?
Cursing the wealthy?
In all that is gluttonous in this failing society?
I'll shut up and let you rest.
But if I were raised to fight, that would be me,
Standing up against the light on the TV
That I die in front of each night
My tail between my knees
Well I know that you want more from me,
I'm too scared to move.
Calalily, would you make room for me in this bed?
So I can kick my feet and bang my head
Silently.
I swear I won't ask again.
Well I know that you need your sleep,
But my skin's crawlin'
Well put that book down
About the end of the world.
And let your hair down
Like it's the end of the world.
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