When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend;
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations.
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection--
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations.
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection--
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.
--bright eyes, "lua"
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