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• Artiste: Dads
• Titre: Fake Knees
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The tiniest gap In between Your two front teeth And your fake knees Whistling through the pain To accommodate A kid who doesn't have The time of day And one who has to Keep moving away. What can I say? I'm purposely putting life in the way. Thank you for Your gently worn Shirts we Slept with Underneath our nose. I'm on a red eye crying about A bunch of fucking clothes. How much time Did I waste On people who eventually left? While you were always there waiting, With your coffee breath, With your shitty eyes, And your deep chest, And your cracked skin hands That held the best, You always knew the rest, You know the rest. I'm waiting for you to get better, Even if it means nights spent in the outpatient center.