Camp Console - Year of the Brown Earth Dog

Baken's Ballad

Nondescript with featherweight
Laced in greys with faces made to pucker up
Call me babe or call me late
Night out with the boys but I'm okay
I'd kill to find, apologize
Track you down with GPS devices
And I'm a fool to still amuse
Delude myself to think I'm thought by you
Delight my soul you're paranorm
Message sent I'm losing all my form
I melt disperse into your lake
The biggest part of me just leave and take it

Kiss me once by concrete steps
Run away pretend we never met
I'm still alright if you're alright
I'd like to hear that you are still alive
I'm grieving, yes, but people go
Some stay left on read and simply no
I'm kept at bay from my desires
Human needs will rise and I'll respire
With respite found in cinnamon
Food or hollow sex or distractions
I'm not a thing but unenthused
Left with living life while willing you

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Writer(s): Benjamin Bock
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