The leaves are dead
The door's always closed
The garbage screams at my feet
I want to be alone

The sand has washed away
The sea it must have ate it
The cement glows grey
And i begin to like it

The dishes are cracked
The forks are plastic
The food is in cellophane
And i puke elastic

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