I should have seen that coming
but somehow I let my glasses get fogged
with a fuzzy full-of-supposed-dreams cloth.
Everyone else says they watched it happen,
popcorn in hand,
as the play by play is painted
by that fake smiling reporter
who thinks she knows my story.
Put through filter coming out
full of maybes and I thinks.
Doubt has an iron first
and it holds me lover tight.
 
 
Yeah, yeah, you told me so.
And I say so what?
Can you help me out?
Because I've disappeared again
and can't seem to push
this big br...

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