Whitman

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I'm tired of writing
About my troubles with women
And that apartment on Whitman

(The route is burned in my mind
And I still make that mental drive all the time)

Genoa Road to 20
To Appleton to Lincoln
To you to you

How do you know that
It's love and not obsession?
The ever burning question

(The route is rooted in my mind
Try as I might I can't wipe my drive)

Axon to synapse
Innervate the impulse
To you to you

You're still the black hole at the center of my brain
All roads lead to roaming thoughts of other times
So how do I shed this get to happiness
To bliss away from you

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from Our Love in a .zip, released October 15, 2015

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