Lost my shoes.

When I woke to nothing new,

again, decided to make up the clues.

I stared alone for a while

before my eyes got wide enough to go outside.

You answer slow to me

when answers whisper slowly with the breeze.

I said I'd smoke out the truth,

but you just keep on rolling

another flickering roll of frames.

You sat close to the window,

watching something happen close to home.

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Last night,

I saw a flash

out of my bedroom window.

At the table they laughed I turned towards the glass

and I never saw it again.

Its funny to feel how I felt

When there's no one better to have felt it,

I was the first man to admit it.

Admit one

and then another

make a movie play eachother now,

do you see what I mean?

You set me up like a trip wire

in fact i flipped the ending

and I wasn't crazy after all.

One way to find it inside of your skylight

the ceiling is missing,

it must be a clue.

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You're eye lids peeled right off your face,

I wondered what you had been seeing.

I'd only been watching you for while or so I thought.

Its like that dream where they come and get me,

you're just watching them take me,

you thank me for the time and wait a while,

or so I thought.

So I thought you had been faking,

the whole time,

there's no reason to feel mistaken

there was a feeling I thought

I could be wrong.

Its like that scene where the ceiling is gone

and that tornados swirling in your front lawn,

and I grabbed the baby and you grabbed the gun

saying, "No this is all wrong."

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Where do we go from here my desperate friend?

It's been half an hour since you said you knew where you were going.

I don't want to be impatient,

but I've got a kid at home,

do you know how I feel now that you know?

I thought you had your freedom,

i knew you had a price,

some dinner talk

a drink or two,

and probably not think twice.

If you think we can reconcile the bend,

make sure you're on the other end

the pay phones hungry

and so are we,

am I making any sense?

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Oh mother I'm going insane.

You can't apologize to save my life today.

There wont be any champagne,

by the time we're back from digging our own graves.

The maps too faded to tell

the kids who told us they can't remember themselves.

I guess it's really no use

by the time we're back you lost your shoes.

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