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out of tune fingers
speak the words
my mind can't project
so here i spin
inconsistently
waiting for
the scene to cut
but it goes on
(cue music)
and on
but now i'm stopped
and your spinning begins
my hologram hands
won't cease the movement
but
the billboard will
so i will sit
and try to spin again
but be stuck
in wet cement
as you wave goodbye
with your hair blowing in the wind
and your pupils dilating in the light
goodbye my love
i'll wait here
forever
even
if
i
don't want to
so find your way home
once the record gets a scratch
or the dog starts to sleep
and if you get a chance
bring me a tissue
for my bloody nose
and a souvenir
if you can

BON VOYAGE!