quitting
quotients
like
mathematics rocked noah's ark
made you
feel
superior
to
little old me
and you told tomorrow's tragedy to hurry on in
little
by little
by little
the noise of the ocean
full of liquor
cooled the senses of your incandescence
and i took off my sunglasses
to catch a glimpse
of
jesus
before
he
finally
sank.
but it spoke in words of thunder on your lightning colored lips
and made you smell like daffodils on all of your rose hips
you'd like it if you could regret the bad things that you've done
but all in all, funny enough, it seems the loser's won
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