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I gave my mind to mold to the way of the world
And it gave me back a portrait of my anger
The canvas corners ripped and stray and torn from rock
As art goes,
The beauty lies in things we're running from
Your absent driver,
The one without his means
It's less survival
And more a mark to leave
Weightless are the moments when I lost myself
(Nothing to me now)
Car crashes and ejects all the passengers
The portrait framed,
And now perceived
Your absent driver,
The one without his means
It's less survival
And more a mark to leave
The portrait framed, now perceived
Our bodies lay in the street
It's more a mark to leave, anyways
Our hands meet just under the steam—
Bleached, and dancing in those streetlight beams