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Three angles for three sides Won’t you tell me a price or Lean it on a lie I’d still slip outdoors And I feel her eyes subtract The lines the hands lapped From point of departure I won’t show up and barter And I’m dizzy on the uptake Eyes feigning at something And no I can’t find the end Of that light feeling Test until I’m numb Say it’s just the blood Numbers just won’t lie It ain’t that easy Don’t know why I shut my mouth Well I sneak on through my house And you told me that I’m better for it Can’t just fix my calloused hands With a breather on the bench When the concrete carried tension I can’t escape with a focus Caffeine crept in the broken Saying “it’s only the season for it” There’s more in Coffee poured with Social destruction on Normal afternoons Focal points in Pages full of Three angles for three sides And I’m sipping on no substance A counterfeit obstruction Trying not to find the end Of that light feeling And I’m dizzy on the uptake Eyes feigning at something And no I can’t find the end Of that light feeling