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All the Things We'll Never Be
Bailey Allen Baker
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It always starts off like this, a battered day
With the paint worn off the swing
And an inkling that everything'll be ok
I can hold onto to you for as long as I want
See what you have to bring
See if it's something that I can keep
But the promise of remembering, is always so much more than it seems
When you play back the dreams, and it mixes with memory
She's not a poet, she's a ghost
Of when the sorrow felt like home
And the smoke was something new
And then she slipped off the porch and ended all discourse
While her head buried in the ground
Can't say I don't miss you, I just don't want to see you around
And their flags treadled high with their feet in the sand
And they knew they'd never feel the burning again
That's the worst part of getting old, missing a part of you
That you're not sure, is gone
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Best part of me, is when I'm on the top
A feeling that I cannot stop, like I'm following the plot
But then the court returns and the jester yearns for a freedom
The love of kings and queens, as if we love anything
Punch drunk to win, the sulfur coats the arrows tip and it cuts through the wind
But the wind puts it out before it hits
I'm a polished man, just an animal regressed to follow some other plan
And lament again
And then she slipped off the porch and ended all discourse
While her head buried in the ground
Can't say I don't miss you, I just don't want to see you around
And their flags treadled high with their feet in the sand
And they knew they'd never feel the burning again
That's the worst part of getting old, missing a part of you
That you're not sure, is gone
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