4am and she calls me
With questions of life
Asking me
Cause she thinks my answers are right
What is that I want?
Like Mr. magic 8
Sweetie
I’m just as blind as you are
19 yrs ain’t enough to know whats right
The future in hypotheticals
The current in disillusioned carpe diem
The past just calcified stone to decorate the yard
Confused and dazed
Knowing with out knowing
She knows
Guided by a blind Seeing Eye dog
It’ll lead you to its tail
Question Cleo
Fire and lies
And what do you have…
A burnt tail.
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