if i'll look pretty in anything other... than pink.
or that my bruises will be drawn on... with blue and black ink.
maybe you'll take my heart along
when you take everything
including
my kitchen sink
and so i chase myself
around
the roller rink
but i can't remember
how much
i've had to drink
my shadow proved to be
the missing link
and so the sky
rolls by
but i miss it all
in the blink
... of an eye.
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