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The screensaver change
The screen door play
Strained to see the license plate number right in front of me
The email chain
Astigmatism rain
I was stepping outside just to feel the temp drop
How it don't scale up on the humidex like we want it to
Last year the car wreck shook your plans
The card deck missing a few too many
To make any time worth wasting with it
You side step
Someone mobile ordered and it's wasted
They want it redone
The screensaver cycles
A bone saw, the prime meridian
Think it's all split in two
When I get tired
I send that raft through Lake Michigan
Invisible I step off on 5th Avenue
A foxhole my big-ticket item
I fill my basement in preparation
And send that through
When I go
They'll know I was hiding
My fifth finger jammed in the door
And for the rest of this, it goes blue
The brightness in the door ahead
The keyhole
And my declining breath
An old man sketching inside the breakfast area
I glimpse at his paper and see there's nothing on it
But 2 single lines connected at some crumbs of bread
The trail opens at a break in day
We've been walking a couple hours in silence
As conversation fades away
The screen door play
Strained to see the license plate number right in front of me
The email chain
Astigmatism rain
I was stepping outside just to feel the temp drop
How it don't scale up on the humidex like we want it to
Last year the car wreck shook your plans
The card deck missing a few too many
To make any time worth wasting with it
You side step
Someone mobile ordered and it's wasted
They want it redone
The screensaver cycles
A bone saw, the prime meridian
Think it's all split in two
When I get tired
I send that raft through Lake Michigan
Invisible I step off on 5th Avenue
A foxhole my big-ticket item
I fill my basement in preparation
And send that through
When I go
They'll know I was hiding
My fifth finger jammed in the door
And for the rest of this, it goes blue
The brightness in the door ahead
The keyhole
And my declining breath
An old man sketching inside the breakfast area
I glimpse at his paper and see there's nothing on it
But 2 single lines connected at some crumbs of bread
The trail opens at a break in day
We've been walking a couple hours in silence
As conversation fades away
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Writer(s): Christian Gramlich, Dylan Stephens
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