Sealed in over the door
The sun’s come through
With the wind whipping hard
This doesn’t seem to be
A let down
A ruthless letdown
You better not have those mental lapses
Those moments when
All those things can be tricky
Those different phases
We all go through
Have a look at the mark
Try to go forward, one, two, three
Do the hard work
Collect yourself
You better collect yourself
And seal the edges
And try not to die from
Carbon Monoxide poisoning
Caused by talking to yourself
When no one is listening
And the room is airtight.
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