Am I supposed to buy it again
Some sense from this unholy din
Some direction some purpose to the flow
how anything at all might go
What am I supposed to do
let the red ink accrue
wait for the call or
wait to take the fall
This dull throb’s starting to feel like rage
hatred for the new day, hatred for the blank page
never learning always shirking
These pathetic little pegs I’m jerking
What am I supposed to do
let the red ink accrue
wait for the call or
wait to take a fall
What am I supposed to do
let the red ink accrue
wait for the call or
wait to take a fall
What am I supposed to do
let the red ink accrue
wait for the call or
wait to take a fall
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