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The morning crisp brought you hazel on that empty street

Summer was dead to me in 1993

Before anxiety's exploits became my scene

You've clung to me

My soul became your guillotine

So hold down the memory

Lock it in history

Decapitate your sweet little Zachary please

I wanna make it gleam till we have to be home at 4:30

Your signs are crystal clear even though I can't even read or breathe

But she really wants to bring me higher up to this degree

Tightening the rope that will sabotage deep