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Glass
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“Glass” by Alex Manescu (2015)
Hey little sister can you see those strings
That prop up all of your new friends
The rhythm of your heart beat skips in time
And you find words lose their meaning
And in the evening hours at your desk
Find comfort in the poems of a dead man
You’ve lost your taste for fashionable friends
And you’re alone now
And ink stains the page
With all the words you couldn’t say
Any time I pick you up I could shelve you away
But we’ll speak inside my head almost every single day
And we’ll find its getting harder
And we’ll find its getting harder
And we’ll find its getting harder
And we’ll find its getting harder
To breathe with lungs made of glass
To breathe with lungs made of glass
To breathe with lungs made of glass
To breathe with lungs made of glass
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Synapse to synapse, the possibility's thin.
I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings
On your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date.
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real.
And I kept a distance, the complications cloud
The postcards and blip through fiber optics,
As the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties
Their parents bought and "I'll catch you this time!"
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly, I'll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
Synapse to synapse, the sneaky kids had attached
Beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
Up and down the main drag.
People would turn to see who's making the racket.
It's not the first time.
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
And I'll contest, but they won't listen
When the casualty rate's near 100 percent,
And there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly, I'll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
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