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Inwood
Inwood
I'm stuck in suspension,
but it's my fault for speaking in rhythms.
I'm barely hanging on, and
My grip is slipping from crooked fingers.
It's all because you're making waves
At the bottom of suburban lakes.
I bet the air is colder in the city,
But did you really want to leave?
I cut you off,
But you handed me the knife.
You swore that things
would turn out fine.
When did your words
become worthless?
When did you
become spineless?
(I wish you'd turn it all around.)
Your plans shift
more than northern winters.
You seep into my skin,
quickly like wooden splinters.
Why are you so sorry now?
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(Grip your hands around my throat so I can't speak)
I don't believe a word that falls from your mouth.
(The hitch in your breath has made you weak)
The battle lines are all drawn out
(Ticks on maps line all of your walls),
What kind of friend reaffirms all of your doubts?
I've been fighting too hard for this
To be the second hand.
I never thought
your faith was well placed.
You're not guiding me home,
You're watching me drown.
You're cutting me down,
I'm face first on the asphalt.
You've been letting me drown
At the bottom of suburban lakes.
I've been dragging my feet through snow,
Giving you a chance to prove yourself.
This is begging for the last time,
The fault was never mine.
You've crossed double solid lines, my friend,
Nothing will ever be the same again.
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