what you see beneath us
supporting all our doubt and despair
are bankers boxes full of paper
defaced with coordinates on how
we were supposed to steer this ship
Feet Up
now the return is delayed on our uncharted trip
we may as well be carried on this tricky wind and
count all the ways we can fuck up the simplest things
 
(ah hell, you pretty well got my number
there is not one thought i can hide from you
 
but still
 
i need to put my feet up
before i stick them someplace they don't belong)
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