There are vultures behind the tube.
Say good morning to your breakfast,
Severed weekly in a sleepy room
Almost as good as hitting the snooze.
Just five more minutes please,
I'll die if I have to leave this bed.
Covers and contours of the skin
Have never fit as well as love is a war film.
You're special because you're normal
So just shoot me for every finger on my hand raised to fly,
Or play roulette with words and faces
With mental displacement at an all-time high.
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