We’re all fools to get attached
dust to dust, put to the match
forced always to say goodbye
and somehow don’t completely die
nothing constant but constant change
the push to move to rearrange
though the whole world may push back
we’re mad to transgress every track
mad for love and mad for play
get mad go mad still today
Stop rest a minute get attached
Set up for another rug to get snatched
out from under head over heels
A history of solo meals
A history of bitter nights
counting every failing point of light
what
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