these thoughts are why i have no friends
Thursday
I saw your mother at her own funeral but she wasn’t dead
She drank the tea the polite men were serving me
And she did a dance, a waltz,
right across the room
In front of everyone
I saw your mother at her own funeral but she wasn’t dead
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