lewis
raze
i
grew
up
to
need
you
felt
the
weight
of
the
world
satire
impaired
must
have
said
that
out
loud
she
turned
around
and
smiled
at
me
i
bought
her
clothes
she
carved
me
a
road
we
ran
the
days
'
til
they
got
shorter
and
the
plane
it
flew
into
the
moon
i'm
a
rake
in
the
reeds
i
can't
sing
words
that
aren't
mine
to
give
240310
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from