Oats

Go your way
I’ll take the long way ’round
Oh, I’ll find my own way down
Oh, As I should

And hold your gaze
There’s coke in the Midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust
And breathe again

And you’ll find loss
And you’ll fear what you found
When the weather comes, oh
Tearing down.

-BH

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