The Last Good Day of a Long-Dead Year	i take off my mask and fold it put it in my pocket there is not much left to smile about not much left to chase
Mute and Move On	a constant reminder of long-buried secrets
See My Smile	i’ve been here longer than you i’ve endured stronger than you
God of the Garage	with anger and fear in every note played three became one and a new god was made
On the Way Home	cursed by his parents or his dreams crushed by silence or by screams everything is what it seems
The Ash of Your Fire	no one called me back home no one noticed i'd gone
Redistribution of Guilt	they give you freedom to dream they hold all that you dream of
Of Course	in three month’s time i'll graduate and trade in that scroll for a job
Off Course	is there a cartographer in the house
Show the Wrong Ones Out	there are people in the world that poetry can't touch don't let 'em touch you they'll only stain your heart

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