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Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth It touched the land to the pages of your manuscript I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up my strength To hammer pillars for a picket fence It wasn't quite what it seemed A lack of pleasantries My able body isn't what it used to be I must admit I was charmed by your advances Your advantage left me helplessly into you Talking how the group had begun to splinter And I can taste your lipstick on the filter I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress But call-response overturns convictions every time My memory cannot recall (a wave of alcohol) We shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off Talking how the group had begun to splinter And I can taste your lipstick on the filter Lushing with the hallway congregation My best judgment signed its resignation I rushed this We moved too fast Trips into the guest room I rushed this We moved too fast Trips into the guest room