On the street where I live,
The Rail drives me right to my door,
as The Calaguanshay sets
and the air goes cold,
and the light goes blue.
I slip into my apartment home.
I swallow my messages and then break open a cold vial of hot venom
and absorb a sandwich.
It's been another day, another volt.
I sit in front of The Pacifier
and dream of other worlds.
The Rail drives me right to my door,
as The Calaguanshay sets
and the air goes cold,
and the light goes blue.
I slip into my apartment home.
I swallow my messages and then break open a cold vial of hot venom
and absorb a sandwich.
It's been another day, another volt.
I sit in front of The Pacifier
and dream of other worlds.
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Future Ism Sophie