Fifty Pound Coat

In Ink Please

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it feels like I'm standing still screaming
slamming on my solid state
just trying to get some warmth
a tone a voice a method of carrying myself down to the
down to the water
down to the water

smoke my tobacco
and crack all my knuckles twice
wringing my hands and hope for the best
I'm heavy on the top but I'm cold in the middle
and what is this funny ache in my chest?

I hear a pressed click tone snap back into place
at the wave shimmer of sound and cold
and I finally know where I am
driving this circuit disconnected round and round and round and round and round and round again

smoke my tobacco
and crack all my knuckles twice
wringing my hands and hope for the best
I'm heavy on the top but I'm cold in the middle
and what is this funny ache in my chest?

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