x-tra large-ache

 

its ok, i promise

i promise, its ok

out of the wilderness, I warm you with a nervous glow

Youve warned me its time to leave

To go, wrapped in furs

Looking through slatted hands

At a new Days Dawn Demands

I wonder if

somewhere else in the Multiverse

That maybe Situation doesn’t

dictate prediction, And its back to the wilderness

And im a pirate

And im nervously holding onto gold

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