Lyrics a Poem - La Dispute
Third
time
writing
you
a
letter,
getting
darker
I'm
getting
worse
and
worse
I
had
a
reason
for
the
writing
But
trying
to
exorcise
my
demons
didn't
work
To
try
to
rid
me
of
the
worry
and
to
purge
You
out
of
wonder
for
the
future
and
the
hurt
I
wrote
a
poem
I'm
increasingly
aware
I've
been
painting
things
in
gray
I'm
increasingly
alarmed
by
the
pain
I'm
increasingly
alive
to
every
cloud
up
in
the
sky
I'm
increasingly
afraid
it's
going
to
rain
See,
lately
I've
hated
me
for
over-playing
pain
For
always
pointing
fingers
out
at
everyone
But
who
in
fact
is
guilty
and
For
picking
at
my
scabs
like
they
could
never
break
But
they
can
and
they
will
And
I'll
spill
like
a
leak
in
the
basement
A
drunk
in
the
night
choir
Just
slur
all
those
words
to
make
deadbeat
that
sweet
old
refrain
Self-inflicting
my
pain
And
therein
lies
the
real
shame
I
heard
when
they
were
picking
through
the
rubble
finding
limbs
They
sang
hymns,
but
now
what
of
what
I
sing?
The
worry,
the
wonder,
the
shortness
of
days
The
replacement
for
purpose
The
things
swept
away
By
the
worry,
the
wonder,
my
slightness
of
frame
The
replacements
for
feeling
The
casual
lay
And
the
worst
of
the
wildlife
wears
clothes
and
can
pray
And
the
worry,
the
wonder,
for
three
meals
a
day
Only
death
unimpeded,
not
slowing
it's
pace
Brings
that
petty,
old
worry
and
wonder
away
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