Sun’s coming through my window baking a little square of plastic hardwood reminding me of the furnace outside the walls. I’ve been strumming this tune trying to find the chords like a puzzle because it eases my mind.
I drove out here from a city where power and money are the only thing because I thought power and money weren’t the only thing. They can’t…
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