Wastrel

Yes, I can't deny the worn-out and truthful if it's picturesque
 Though it's just a saying, not useful
 Resolve that great chain of ageing and fierce hours
 So soon it becomes annoying to us
 Yes, between her thighs it was nothing
 I don't know if she even lives but you and I
 Never was in need of touch
 Unless it would come through my heart's shape
 Not like they, who say it in today's fashion
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 Now you know what's going on with me
 Trying to steal the light
 And in the evenings a slight chill in the air
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 I'm still here breathing
 Feeling so much better than I was last year
 With a curtain of smoke
 And in the evenings a slight chill in the air
 The welkin not on my mind
 Nor anything it covers