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Morning calls, my screen is open at my bedside
With messages from friends I didn't read
Close my eyes and count to three
Then I get up and walk around to lie back down again
And let the pixelations unravel me
Till there's nothing left underneath
Be vibrant Michael Simon
Beside all your paper tigers
There's nothing left to savor
Except calories and iron
I grew up in private schools with holes in my uniform
And bullies that talked down the name of my street
My folks gave their livelihoods for me
Junior year, I fell into the songs of Tweedy
Learned every verse to YHF and Summerteeth
Till something unlocked underneath
Be vibrant Michael Simon
Beside all your paper tigers
There's nothing left to savor
Except calories and iron
And if you find yourself
Behind your hurdles all expired
Remember you're not vacant
And there's nothing all that dire