Breakfast from Upstate Rubdown by Upstate

twilight
so lovely are the skylines
a wonderful time to clear my mind
of those dirty lines you said

midnight
I'll dream of the past times
when the roses were red
and the chocolate box full
if only it were

the roses died
and the chocolate's all gone
you made me frown
then turned it around
oh what a sad feeling
the feeling, the feeling of grieving

morning
so clean and refreshing
to not be regressing in
who I thought I was

then breakfast
thinking of all that I had missed
wasting away in thoughts and fits
of immature dependency

I bought new flowers
and recovered strong
you're curses were mean
but I'm moving on
oh what a foolish feeling
the feeling, the feeling of grief

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