Sunday

let me put you under some roof
lonely man
in this state
you are your own enemy
you will say something to yourself
you shouldn’t hear from anybody
take my hand
it will lead you to a better place
down this empty road
some call it natural death here
but I can’t prove them wrong
otherwise, it is OK
to wander on the border
of sanity
spring is coming if you had the money
love too
isn’t that far
bring it to the table
whatever you have left
impress fate
by the way
you shouldn’t rest your head on a train track
and it is raining
I get drunk too
you don’t know my story
but I am twice your age
trust me
I worked harder than this
to lose my memory
and soul

so how did you get so lonely?
so early?
stand up
look fucker
they will call the police on both of us
I am illegal and
shit
you are high like there were no trains coming
or Monday

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