That is not me, that is not my heart
That is not the awkward life I strove to pull apart
Follow Michaels voice into the dark
And carefully avoid the eyes of friends you never had
Emaciated men forage in the junk
Try to find just anything to fill their bodies up
A septic plume of cloud, the grey goes on and on
And a rain that's broken children crying all night long
To think I could be right that when you looked in my eyes
There was something there: a self aware assurance of a life
But now the mirror boy just laughs, he is spiteful, he is sad
He is telling me that David's gone and he's not coming back
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