Hanalei
Do The Pendulum
New roaches moved into our old basement flatsto marvel at the stains we leftto rummage through the dumpster's scrapsthe rooftops are vacant nowghost stories and bled out cansand the echo in the street light buzzit'll talk, it'll talk of big planswe are the ink of misspelled poeticswe're cryptic and smallscribbled down on the chipping paint of history's bathroom stallpawn the records to pay billsartifacts on a back wall standhospitalized in a sheet of dustlonging for the touch of the needle's handand the early morning pullwho'll be the last one awakesome idealistic stuporseeking purpose inpurpose in grave mistakewe are the ink of misspelled poeticswe're cryptic and smallSongtextescribbled down on the chipping paint ofhistory's bathroom stalland the hours of impulse we're faithful and youngi can't quite remembermust have been, must have been real fun
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