It was creature of the week
There were times when I could not speak
But I could act like I was going somewhere
Or saying something
Or saying nothing
I admire that you're nearby
When I'm on fire
Still an insect
Still an object
The realization: no one's going nowhere
I gave you a watch
So you would stop
Asking when I
Was coming home
I'm always coming home

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