Hey you, the storm has come and gone
It did leave debris on my porch
Like a worm, you have drawn me out
I will now wait for the sun to rise again and scorch
You will detest all of my wounds
And disapprove of me just being
A dusty library creates what I defend
So tell me, with your intellect what do you recommend?
I ask you not to break my bleeding heart
Although, I know yours is inured
Deliver me and wane me from a color chart
Take a deep breath, go undersea, and find me a cure
I've got nails the color of orange
Sublime in a tangerine dream of Zeppelin
I do believe you think I'm foreign
You and you alone give me some adrenaline
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