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Annoyances

annoyances 

 

the future needed your help

it wasn’t begging 

 

it didn’t have anything to sell 

just wanted to tell you something 

 

everything you thought was solid’s 

boiled off into a gas 

 

everything that was promised 

has been shown not to last 

 

now there’s just you 

and a little bit of time 

 

that you were planning 

on spending any way you like 

 

maybe you’d consider the picture’s 

blurry and not to your liking 

 

you could move some things around  

get perspective on what you’re seeing 

 

there was someone there at the door 

now they’re gone 

 

don’t know what they came here for

it seems like they’ve moved on 

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