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Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth That touched the lead to the pages of your manuscript I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength To hammer pillars for a picket fence It wasn't quite what it seemed, a lack of pleasantries My able body isn't what it used to be I must admit I was charmed by your advances Your advantage left me helplessly into you Talking how the group had begun to splinter And I could taste your lipstick on the filter I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress But call-response overturns convictions every time My memory cannot recall a wave of alcohol We shared a cigarette and shave the hours off Talking how the group had begun to splinter And I could taste your lipstick on the filter Lushing with the hallway congregation My best judgment signed its resignation I rushed this, we moved too fast Tripped into the guestroom I rushed this, we moved too fast Tripped into the guestroom