I bit my tongue
Till I tasted the blood
I erased those times
that were etched with love
in a caffeine fit
some Saturday morning nervousness
came to me in a notion
revelation, big commotion
it was all in a rush
when I was reading the news
my fingers turning black
flicking the pages of your blues
I stubbed my toe
Trying to get out my seat
And I rubbed the soles
Of my blistered feet
But in this half-relax
Half-conscious, half-mast
I erased those times
When good pretenders last
And it was all in a rush
When I was reading the news
My fingers turning black
Flicking the pages of your blues
all I ever hear about these days
the only remnant of conversation
a couple of first names
who am I to choose
my eyes are growing red
reading the pages of your blues
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