Think of all the fury, all the noise,
and the noise, the noise, the noise,
the noise, the noise, the noise -
Enough.
This is where it all ends, buried deep
in sterile confines and stark white tiles,
in air that smells exactly like nothing,
in the arms of a hundred people you
never knew you would need to meet.
They'll be there for you when you arrive
and again when you leave, exactly
when the rest of your world is frozen
in indecision, when it feels completely
stupid to just leave and move on,
but really, what else can you do?
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Noname, Reality Check
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