Broken Limbs

This road keeps changing names
 As we separate
 Someone should tell the city planner
 It should last forever
 No one remembers who they were named after
 The chips on our shoulders
 Dissipate like smoke signals
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 And someone killed the messenger
 Killed the messenger
 And someone cut all the lines
 And no one knows how to repair
 And someone burned the family tree
 All the way down to the roots
 And someone killed the messenger
 Killed the messenger
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 And the clock ticks on
 Only time will tell
 If there's still
 Time at all
 For the mark of reason
 _____ of the people and places
 Rules of thumb and euphemisms
 Origins and bloodlines and hand-me-downs
 Stories and paintings and moving pictures
 The layers and liars of addiction
 Blinking and winking lights
 The bruises and broken limbs
 Are something someone wants