I turned 18 the day after 9/11
So I turned my back on this sign the gods were giving
One night I faced them their scorn burnt but left no tan
Just this poorly rendered painting of a handsome man
I got to thinking of other signs I may have missed
Like hurricanes named after girls I shouldn't have kissed
And if I payed heed would he be dimensions apart
From the me with an escape route and a broken heart
Arms coming out the walls
Don't get response calls at all
Twelve years late to the get your shite together show
I had all access, VIP, seats in the front row
On the first day I saw a birds wing get crushed by a bus
It layed on it's back, calm and still, till the next one burst it's guts
Arms coming out the wall
Don't get response calls at all
Nine months later
The traitor shows me nothing
I'm back in business once more
Trading lore from the shop floor
I once believed preconceived things were simpler
No inner whimper based on logic
I'll throw sticks
Now I'll boast I believe in ghosts
Arms coming out the wall
Don't get response calls at all
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