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Never fit

I thought you might appreciate
the fact of my dream:
a few shapes and lines,
skyscrapers flew off.
A satellite fell in the center of
and broadcast the fault that I had become
but faraway far away
you sang next to refrigerators
ate a crabapple
and faraway faraway
I woke up in a heart
with a sign that said drowning

I worried alone:
I knew I'd never be king
of some broke rome
fell apart at the knees
and I worried today
about the number days
that I'd really get
before they'd wipe me away.
but in this world, in this world,
so many bright-light people end a whole lot dimmer
And in this world, in this world,
my very blackest days you could never call tragic.

I won't be anyone with a point or a bullet me
drink all my fun from a sea, the bluest one.
Break my dish on the stairs
to the stars. I don't care
for a blank associate
who won't cry - who will fit
I'll never fit, wouldn't dream of it
I won't fit never dream of it