supersonic
Bluelighter
Some old jazz about some old relationships end.
The first step
Like a babe, thrown into the h-arms of life
Taking its first breath of the carbon monoxide filled air.
Gasping, breathing, balling, wheezing.
The stairway looks smaller and smaller and I begin to take my first steps onto the ground.
After walking up so high with air at my toes I step back down to the ground floor out of the house.
The first step is always the beginning of the last step.
Enough of being upset,
we created this subset,
No more things illicit.
Time for me to breathe that lonely breath
Of yet another relationships death.
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mmm chicken
The first step
Like a babe, thrown into the h-arms of life
Taking its first breath of the carbon monoxide filled air.
Gasping, breathing, balling, wheezing.
The stairway looks smaller and smaller and I begin to take my first steps onto the ground.
After walking up so high with air at my toes I step back down to the ground floor out of the house.
The first step is always the beginning of the last step.
Enough of being upset,
we created this subset,
No more things illicit.
Time for me to breathe that lonely breath
Of yet another relationships death.
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mmm chicken
