( Now you're gone )
And me
I just sit here thinking
writing, drinking
talking, laughing
smoking, dreaming
and listening
to things in me
I wrote for you
Slowly but surely
now's a good time to go
and be gone
for a walk about
There
where no one's listening
to the useless songs
I wrote and sing out loud
for you
What else
can one do?
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