my forehead against the glass
an imprint that will last
waiting for a bus
for you to get off
for life to go on
to get out of that town
out of that house
my forehead against the glass
an imprint that will last
brother call our mom
tell her of her car
tell her of my scars
and tell her what i found
coming down

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