stone-like in the backseat
i can't hear anything
but rain outside
in the busy street.
it's monday night
in my old city
and i have nothing
to look forward to.
no one's waitin' for me,
my bed's been empty
for months.
sure i've got the same folk
who've been by my side
for some time now.
but still each night
i sleep alone
like a stone
under soil
and overgrown
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