Memory, clothesline
Concrete and cockroaches crawl in my mind
I finally finished the prayer in my head
This small thought was fighting, it had to be said
Seaside, holiday at night
Crawls out of concrete in artificial light
I finally finished the prayer in my head
This small thought was fighting, it had to be said
Small
I never loved you I only got used to you
Goodbye
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