new skies, new roads
same roads, same skies
same shit, different toilet
his cat fell to its death
a thief left behind his blood on broken glass
and vinyl and on the dashboard
where his stereo used to be
and then i took his wife
by sitting back and answering her call
this smugness is not self-congratulatory
and now i leave a denny of my own
it's too safe here, i could stay here
so i go
she came to me on the back of love
and i left her in the hand of fear
and he takes his photos in a room
that they once shared
he must have a corner of his heart
reserved for me
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