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- I find all words useless
- like yours and yours and always mine
- they only bridge the gap of language
- let's convert each other to nonbinary
- I know it's scary
- but we can make the change if we try.
- In the Dollar General where I grew up
- I could look at the wall and see the mirrors
- pointing up towards the lightbulbs
- and the only thing to think, this is seering
- the lights in the mirror kept going on
- and they went on and on forevermore
- when they tore it down I found it a bore
- and I went back home off 84.
- I find all lyrics meaningless
- like all the ones I've sang all this time
- they go on for infinity along the Vegas strip
- and they only serve to be faggots
- let's sing about sad shit
- that's the only way for voices to be heard.
- In the Dollar General where I grew up
- I wondered if they would put me in asylum
- at the angle of the mirrors and my broken thoughts
- I couldn't see myself or the tiling
- I could be smiling forever but I can't go on
- while they went on forevermore
- when they tore it down I saw it a bore
- and I went back home via interstate 84.
- Back to the interstate
- no more sudden change.
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