Why do they leave us, why do they go?
Why does life shape us, why? I don’t know
Why do the plates tectonically shift
Three seconds later, what did I miss?
But the whole earth has moved and spun on its axis
Now I’m sipping gin while you’re doing taxes
And I’m acting gleeful and laughing the sin
While you knit your brows and worry within
Wheresofore this reversal of roles
Now you’re shooting stars and I’m all black wholes
As we revolve the sun, moon and sea
Sweet Mother of God, are you talking to me?!

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