I spend the day indoors
Rolling my mind round undone chores
Feeling guilty for nothing in particular
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And over and over I thought
What is this thing that I've wrought?
How is it that my leg's caught
up and away
up and away
And over and over again
Nothing I want to defend
Nothing I could recommend
Nothing to say nothing to chase away
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I spent the night inside
Rolling the rules round the hills of my mind
and what is right if I am never justified?
You broke your ribs for this.
I hope it was worth every cell split.
And what are we besides agreements of the senses?
Own my days.
Live my days.
Rip my days.
Couldn't find enough to do
Couldn't find enough to occupy you
