Please a wave to wash this whole shore
An earthquake to sweep this sticky floor
Morphine to muffle and cushion memories
And Polljuven to help incite these reveries
Chance and choice broken me down to this
And I'm just ailing
I'm in awe and I keep on sailing
When I could almost taste
As much as a waste of time
When I could almost feel
It'd kill with blood and grime
And facing it I'm expecting it
to go and to swallow me whole
Please a last heartbeat to an open chest
An ending to the road for as long as it had last
A blindfold to make these senses arise
And a consumnation for an everlasting goodbye
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