It's been a long dry winter
With an itch in the back of my throat
Don't think it ever goes away
At least I'm never alone
Face is long and the skin on my knuckles is cracked
I've got eighty year old bones in my back
Now when I stop to look around
I find that I'm at home a lot
Perhaps I forgot to switch on the phone
I check, I did not
Can't see why always lived by the golden rule
Trust no one because no one trusts you
But there is a light that I've heard about
And it's safe to have your skin around
I haven't found it yet, see my history of burns
It looks like a lonely place
But I'm always reading things wrong
Scribbled notes on a past from which I never learn, no
But if I drink again
It'll be on my own terms
So when I sink away I know it's so
One day I'll make my grand return
But for now emergency contact? Yes, a fake
Most of my human contact was the same
But there is a light that I've heard about
And it's safe to have your skin around
I haven't found it yet, might be growing concerned
And this seems like a lovely place
But I'm always reading things wrong
See my notes on a past, now when will I ever learn?
When will I ever learn?
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