At this point, I am here for the moment –
sitting just out of range
sitting just out of range
swirling thoughts round and round
along with these three melting ice cubes
there is nothing left to arrange
along with these three melting ice cubes
except for the matter of the closing sound
the harridan in red across the way sits and stares
and the bastard next to her needs a good throttle
I wonder just who the hell really ever cares...
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