whoever zeroes in on this perfect melody
will know that the song wrote itself,
quickly and quietly in my head,
on the way home, laughing, my throat ripping and swallowing blood.
yeah, it was a good time, it's always a good time.
i know this, because this perfect song wrote itself,
just like buildings and grass know to grow upwards towards the sun,
these notes flew into my head,
through my ears, then out between my teeth.
it's so pretty and i promise you i will keep on singing it.
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