First Train Home
I've got to get on it I've got to get on it. I've got to get on it. Bodies disengaged, our mouths are fleshing over. Is this an echo game? Irises retreating to ovals of white. The urge to feel your face, and blood rushing to paint my handprint. And Frisbee one by one; your vinyl on laminate, desperate for some kind of contact. * First train home, I've got to get on it First train home, I've got to get on it. First train home, I've got to get on it. To Catch, to catch, catch-catch, catch. First train home, I've got to get on it First train home, I've got to get on it. First train home, I've got to get on it First Train home Temporal deadzone where clocks are barely breathing. yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling, all night clamor to hold it together. I want to play--don't wait--forms in the hideaway I want to get on with getting on with things I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, and love someone And I can't do any of that here, can I? First train home, I've got to get on it First train home, I've got to get on it. First train home, I've got to get on it First Train home. So what? You've had one too many. So what? I'm not that much fun to be with. So what? You've got a silly hat on. So what? I didn't want to come here, anyway. What matters you, doesn't matter, matter to me. G C GWhat matters to me, doesn't matter, matter to you. What matters to you, doesn't matter, matter to them. What matters to them, doesn't change anything. Got to get on it. First train home. Got to get on it First train home. Got to, Got to, Got to, Got to, Get, Get, Get, Get, Out, Out, Out, Out, Now, Now, Now, Now.
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