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Two beers and I imagine waking up to a girl who does the dishes
Somewhere out there, body beautiful.
I wonder if this is it. Do you ever wonder if this is it?
Do you ever wonder if the hole inside you lasts forever?
Something icy, something in bed, the car, the shower;
The wind blows through me, the chimes sound like tin cans
What would I do without the ache, anyway?
Maybe it’s what holds me down.
Three beers and I picture her
All of her
The creases of her elbows
Somewhere out there,
Body beautiful