‘A penny for your thoughts’, she said,
That’s all they’re worth these days,
Nobodies gonna pay me more,
So I, I trade them all for,
Cigarettes and messages etched,
On receipts and,
Ticket-stubs and post-it notes like,
I’m waiting for life…
I open up the window just to,
Let in the breeze,
The sunlight pouring through the shades is,
Forcing me down to my knees,
I pray to something that I don’t believe,
Or even want to see…
Nobody would break down this door for me,
So I trip the lock, and I walk out,
Into the street,
Nobody would tell me that they’ll return in time,
This home is only mine, it’s only mine.
So repeat these three words after me,
‘Time to go’, or ‘time to leave’,
Either one would work, believe,
Either one would work for me…
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