Growing Pains
C.A.R.
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These grey streets
Swelling in my bones
I walked a thousand steps to be alone
I'm green-faced
Think I'm spinning out
Choking on some pill I can’t condone
Can you, will you, take me, see you
Figure in this morning haze
If all this has a meaning
I have found it underneath the table
Hanging off your every word
I'm holy, I am not absurd
These growing pains will not subside
Until you taste what’s in my mind
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A tight stitch
Here I talk in codes
Hanging from the seam and the threads show
I'm off pitch
Got your dirty clothes
Weighing down the lines I might compose