Sometimes I feel like a freak show attraction
Steeping with the pickled punks
and giant chunks of
Time to think about
My analyst wondered what I was so dead against
But I didn’t want to talk it out
There was no doubt it was
Time to think about
It’s time
Too many lifetimes, still not enough to save me
Now I’m asking the opinionist
for indifference and
What to think about
Don’t let me sink into a deep dark decrescendo
Don’t leave me in a quiet room
With eyes that loom and
Time to think about
It’s time
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