Years must be different
when you're going somewhere
Well I was here the last time
it was now
and I was probably sitting
down
on this chair
My wrists a little thinner
Eyes a little further apart
The watermelon picture
not yet leaning behind the stove
And my plant grew better then
but I don't care to try again
Spring, roll into Saturday
and Tuesday into a brown paper bag
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