Your picture is still on my wall
Still in my mind and still in my song
I dreamed of paralysis while you were walking away
I came apart after we both turned the key
Before we were born I was learning to tie my shoe strings
But I fell asleep before learning to keep you awake
So I started doing math with an Abacus
and I'm still counting back, back to the present tense
back when the wheels would turn, and the water ran
When I was sick to death, but our life was grand
You looked your best in those ragged old shirts and new shoes
when you locked all of your sunday best in those old dusty drawers
I can't remember when I ever wanted you more
And as the sun went down, with my head a mess
I met the Montagues and cursed the Capulets
and as I took the wheel all the blood was shed
so we just raised our glass and we drank to death
guess we missed our mark when taking a stand
you took your place behind the marching band
I won the lottery but my money's spend
Now I'm just digging dirt, and I'm soaking wet
You marched the capital screaming of politics
I threw it all away with my innocence
The end of Dialysis was a fucking mess
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