Slicked all that brittle back Stripped out a widow's peak Pried from a pavement crack A sense of champagne chic The bars are brawn and bold Shaking legs drag back the week So rip back those skinny arms Peel back that shelter skin You're slapped with sticky charm A new wave offering Calm down those missed mistakes They'll have their chance to sting Between the streets, we meet beneath the walls and floors To creak against the shifting feet The language bent There is no twitch in this defence But a hat is still a hat Stretched over shoeshine sleek For every concubine A shaking silver streak Growing fast against your skin Clawing marks brand pale cheeks So dusting off your better half Feels less the times each day But the street lights drag you out Keep liquor lines at bay A smell that permeates Ruby red and rubble grey Between the streets, we meet beneath the walls and floors To creak against the shifting feet The language bent There is no twitch in this defence So stay asleep and blank the screen And blanket down the drift way seams The night is stirred enough without The siren sounds of all you've seen Come awaymore

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Two drinks away from opening-up With the guilt two drinks from lost Repeating words and folding hands Itching scratches long from lost But you stayed nailed to beginnings Leaving nothing to reflect Got to thinking that the ending Is still something to protect Can you believe it, can you twist I have seen you in that light And we both know that a change of pace Rearranged can shift our sight But you know as well as I, I think Changing reel can't change the scene Insides, fickle outsides And all the spaces in between There's no greater good than fiction Holding arms we've never known But there's an asymmetry in the lessons learned Against the scarring you have shown But there are bones yet to be broken And words to glue and set Before what has the will to drag you out Comes to why it hasn't yet Held close against the iron bars And the others close to town Swallowed whole behind the holding point In the hopes that we may drown But not to die, that's all too sudden More like living under waves And with the verses all well-written You can know the soul is savedmore