Fall Of The Leafe

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Fall Of The Leafe


We watched it over lunch 
Caffeine for the tired eyes 
Warm smoke for the nerves 
Some well-wrapped sweets 
And oh mercy how sour they were 
We read it in the paper while having warm bread 
Five olives and a spoonful of something thought sweet 
And of mercy how bitter it was 

Glassy eyes, chrome nerves and an issue to address 
Glassy eyes, chrome nerves 
The news just said it nice 

Admit to your jailors that it's too much 
And be tied ever tighter 
Stand like this, still in a closet full of kicks on an angry chair 
Arrested twice and shot