Im looking more like you everyday, old man In every way Im feeling phantom pains From the fire youve dropped on your legs Im storing my uplifting look backs For my time in that seat, in that seat Alone in your world, alone in your world Just a wall away Staying angry at the stages of the day Your speech has gotten slow And youve lost so much weight The family knees have gotten weak The family skin has gotten languid If you put your gums in and I let mine recede If you keep your pride Ill be your eyes, Ill be your eyes Ill save my temper, Ill save my rage For the hot on your hands because you know Cripples cant shiver, cripples cant shiver Six hours, six hours Six hours of telling fields our health deserves more Please dont disappear with the room Please dont give up on going out Spending time at a split foyer, choosing up or down Choosing up or down, Ive waited He never came, Im assuming life fair The mold promises these sheets stay damp So my lungs wont last, they wont last But I swear Id at least break the fingers of the hand That dealt this to you, this to you
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