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The First Girl on the Moon
Annabelle Dinda
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It's always late
Every time she checks the clock
Someone thought
That physicists say time is limitless
What the hell does that mean anyway?
It's late every time she falls asleep
And I mean fall
She faints like grass on windy days
As every ticking second fades
She watches as it washes away
She watches as it washes away
The first girl on the moon
Paces her room
Still wearing her coat
Settles down on a chair
And dozes right there
Sat by the window
The Golden Gate's
Two-hundred thousand miles away
And people say a worthy life is qualified
By little things you can't put into words
You sure?
That's not what it's like for her
What makes it worse
Is how she is surrounded
By the self-imposed constrictions
Here on Earth
She wonders if she's covered in dirt
Oh God, what if she's covered in dirt?
The first girl on the moon
Shaded in blue
Puts coins in her pocket
Checks the hologram news
For the perfect excuse
To leave on a rocket
Watered-down in us
Is a mood to go up and over
Like the cow and the silver spoon
We go up and over
The first girl on the moon
Paces her room
Puts food on the stove
Scratches down in a list
On the back of her wrist
Sat by the window
Her pot's boiling over
Don't you think it's a joke?
Every stone we leave unturned?
Every vestige of hope
Every map
Every rope
I bestow onto her
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