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It's a game we play
another ship sailed away
and just like you always say
it happens...
we have access
to happiness
but don't get attached
because we're playing
with 52 cards
and glass shards
from that bottle we drank
before you walked the plank
there's somthing about
sailor boys like you
who love to chew
on my lips
during your annual trips
but never stay
it makes me laugh
cause you're the joker of the deck
you'd be the glue in my craft
that never sticks
never quite clicks
in my brain
to stop...
...
...
or love a cop
because they're the good guys
who never compromise
but we're spontanious
and dysfuntional
careless
...predictable
two crazy kids
brains with no lids
oozing free thinkers
and wandering fingers
children
in grown up clothes
strike a pose
where nobody knows
(who we really are)
