For T

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For T

 she's only looking for clouds and rain
 something born wrong inside her
 the only relevance is her own pain
 she's only looking for clouds and rain
 
 I try to coax a smile from her
 one without the chemical knife edge
 one without the shards of glass of a bottle to the brain
 she's only looking for clouds and rain
 
 we both try
 a futile excercise
 mutual mental masturbation
 we almost reach the edge
 one of us always gets distracted
 we can't find the beat again
 she's only happy with clouds and rain
 
 she gets her drug from the club, no joy
 just a half-hundred bouncy boys
 dancing to string synthesizers
 drawing their power from energy induced in their sheathed wire coils
 both nearly snapping from the strain
 she's always looking for clouds and rain

 they wrap her body
 sense starved somnambulists
 searching for meaning
 in the machinery of the night
 she devours the empty calories, her own dull eyed dynamo
 bukkakke for the brain
 she wants her fill of clouds and rain
 
 after all the drugs to more than I
 less fun than most
 numbed inside
 we're both distracted
 I have my work
 she has her friends
 we'd be happier if it were the other way
 maybe we'ed at least seem normal, feel sane
 she's only searching for clouds and rain
 the only real thing is her own pain
 she's only looking for clouds and rain
 
 
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