He wants
To think he’s holding this whole thing together
Getting drunk on new philosophy, and random acts of what not
And tests the water,
To find, she too, hears it the way that he does
But fails the next round by not being interested in circles.
An awkward structure, she is just a frame
For such precious metal and sinking feeling
And leaves him in his crumbling city
To go ride out this storm in a teacup
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