Telomeres

I quite like the way you talk
Into the television
As if it could listen

I quite like the way your thoughts
Are broadcast transmissions
In packets of sentience

And your friends in the end
Are like broken bones on the mend
You can't lead a horse to walk it won't follow

To the men who contend
That life's bargain is not Faustian
If I had my druthers I wouldn't have married your mother

Telomeres

I quite like the way you talk
Into the television
As if it could listen

And your friends in the end
Are like broken bones on the mend
You can't lead a horse to walk it won't follow

To the men who contend
That life's bargain is not Faustian
If I had my druthers I wouldn't have married your mother

Telomeres



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Corcoran
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