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There Are a Lot of You

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Our love was cut
from a cardboard box
so many have lived inside before us
and the ones we raised
and brought in from the rain
they have grown and gone
And I wanted to
keep this alive
but I couldn't help my drifting eyes
and my mind became too open
our family became broken
and our things became yours or mine
You have become a walking graveyour bones buried inside your shape
arrested by your fragile frame
I thought it would
be easier for us to
stand on four legs like a dog would
but I need to stand on two legs like a man would
So don't let your hairs fall from you
and don't let your skin loosen from you
because I could not be what I thought I could
Because all we thought we could change
blew right up in my face
so don't waste your mind on blame
because I'm not quite what i thought I was