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Red letters on the dashboard
oh what a gift
They pursue us to the deep end
and then depart
Watch as the cracks
in the wall feel pain
For only patterns on a
snake's back give us genuine fear
And I cannot lie
faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time
on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear
but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see

Could prison cells be in my brain
For they're safe inside the
cover of a dirty face
And everybody finds a college
graduate with joy
While I'm happy just sipping
tonic water with lemon and lime
And I cannot lie
faces drop into the fire
I get by all the time
on a shelf above the door
And it shouldn't be clear
but it's not for me to decide
It's a delicate degree
It's a number I can see

You sit at home up late at night
When it's beginning to arrive
And honestly
I don't see the need
for any routines
I'm all out of sink
I cover my cuts
and hope they are fixed
before I get hurt again

And all this ground beneath my feet
Has decided not to
crumble into the sea
I walked in a house
it smelt of paint
And the ceiling it
has no trouble with me