like our plastic island floating in your sea
i see sad and darkness between you and me
like your poet's poem unwritten and it's pen
like bottles smashed and mean words thrown again
i see no way for no happy end
like the prime-time scene your child wasn't meant to see
like my dog buried creekside, under mossy "t"
i see now how your face will stay with me
like oil-drenched bird stumbling at the shore of your sea
like the kids babysat and raised by tv
i can see we were never meant to be
i see it's time to stop, to stop the lie
to start, to start the cry
time to move, to move our try
i can see we were never meant to be
i can see we were never meant to be
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