Week 18: The Protaganist of a Chris Ware Novel

I swear I'm reborn every other night, in the car
In the dark of the car park outside my new work
Among the tress, faded streetlights, shimmering rain residue I see you

You're Ill when I tell you that you're ill
But I'm only slightly concerned
You're Ill when I say you're ill
And I'm only slightly concerned

And there's something so Chris Ware
About a family's cars broken down by the side of the road
And I'm getting tired of counting my blessings
There's no time among all of this stressing



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Writer(s): Kyle Wood
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