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I’m missing a lung
it’s across town
a few miles away
sitting beside the second
floor window

I hold my breathe
hoping I’ll exhale
and be reunited but I’m a
I’m a letter away
ruined in the rain
feeling faint
like a statue with the
lights turned down low

the days are supposed to get
easier but they just get
longer and I just get
more breathless

I did a favor and didn’t reply
but I feel it all the time
I keep thinking
oh I keep thinking
there’s a part of me
across town by a window
my other lung
breathing my breath
but now alone

I thought all the sad
poetry had been written
and I thought all the cliches
had been drained of their
usefulness with two
dull fangs
but now I see
I can’t do anything without
my other half

I’m happy when I’m four
drinks in
and low when the morning
rears its ugly head
man
I’m lost
I know you get lost too