All of these drips add up to tsunami
Nothing but paper postcards
Incumbent on me two-fold
None of these bills are worth any money
Nothing but paper postcards
The legalese goes on
Ideally no
I would not hope
To chart my highs and lows
To the bone
What if our kid grows up to be Bundy
What if our pets and toaster
Take over the second home
Why do we care what Pat had at Sonny’s
Nothing but paper postcards
You’re better than me
So what?
Ideally no
I would not hope
To plot my highs and lows
To the bone
Tables and typos
Atonement so byzantine
A crate of blue binders
Has vanished mysteriously
I know you did it
Lied tried to hide it
Androids and iPhones
A courthouse cacophony
Cuomo’s and chyrons
A stepdad menagerie
Its payback
We’re even
When we pack it to twenty three
You did it
You did it
I know you did it
Lied tried to hide it
You did it
You did it
But I can see right through
To the other side of you
I can see right through
To the other side of you
I can see right through
To the other side of you
I can see right through
To the other side
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