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caught off guard.

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the hero of the epic
is the one who can
trace the veins upon the plains
and face the place that sources pain
but i am incapable,
i seek out time to spend
on the joystick, toggle that
pick me out something
nice claw machine pull back.

nickels and dimes-
the brass tax of it
getting stuck at the
back ass end of it
this thing's for real
it has me down it
keeps me stuck it
never stops on the street that i wanted
the driver wants change
but can't give it back no-no, no, no

no refund, raise the zeros
high above your head make em stop dead
i can't be a hero, no, not yet
can't find the sunset beautiful
anymore
beautiful boy, kiss me
twenty four seven the whole weekend kiss me
my mind is falling short
i left my wallet at home and the crowd goes

nickels and dimes
on bananas, loco
forty hour binges on feeling alone and
none of the alien feelings i felt for
jupiter june violet blooms are here
there's no beauty in reading the news
there's no beauty in scraping numbers
no beauty to choose
have to choose not to have you

you're the hero, it distresses
me to see you winking at the boys that walk by
right next to me,
i want you to know the beauty is gone
and in its place is ticking time
bombastic noise, hear the click
metal blood, pluto doom
asteroids annoying the paranoid
pair of birds flying at high noon
pray for the july that will bring me
back to you
to a god who isn't there
no beauty no mirror
it's bad luck broken here
and the air is running out too
ha-ha-ha forever june
ha-ha-ha forever june

and the overheat system malfunct
the tourney's over
kiss the stem of a phantom slam-dunked
citadel where the worshipers long gone
adapt to survive without you on their minds
all the time, all the time
the pillars swaying in high tide
everything i told myself i know i lied
but the bite of the bullet
is the fact that the bad guy wins by a hair
and the bunny rabbit slips between the crosshairs
to die another day still just as afraid
as afraid of the planetary ballet
pop! above the field of antlered bucks
goes the moon into neptune's blue blue blue
and i can't even move no i can't even move
it.
everything is about you
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