our house wrapped in disrepair,a small mouse peeked out from a hole beneth the stairsnearby to where my dad sat in his favorite chair,thinking about the gov't and muttering a prayerso I scattered some oats in hopes she'd stayand sat still to stop from scaring her away-but she hurried on her little wayand scurried around my mindever since,every day open wide my door, my door, my Lord(open wide my door)to whatever makes me love You more(open wide my door)while there's still light to run towards I'm water, you're the dry woodequal parts misguided and misunderstoodbut all the neighborhoodwatched a fire burn from where they stoodas the smoke said"we're not half as bad as G-d is good"still there's a whisper in my ear,the voice of loneliness and fear, so I say: "devil, disappear!I'm still (ehh... technically...) a virginafter 27 years-which never bothered me before,what's maybe 50 more?" she came back for the oatsbut she brought along a "friend"(this never ends)the harder the rain,the lower the flowers in the garden bend(this never ends)I'd rather never talk againthan to continue to pretendthat this never ends
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