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Me, The Misser, The Late - The Wrens

entry hundred forty-one me, the misser, the late

miss years to make words of what I'm missing

shame I'm shaking, a loss, a crap

hung by heartwrack in the grasslands me, the pridest, the slack

come through rain through window new approval seas a headrest, a home a peace

having all my needies covered me, the hoper, the hole

family leaver, shit repeater and a rancid grudge-hold

entry hundred forty-one starts back when I dared

God knock me down again not a single thing I've done meant a scrap

changed the stance of anyone thought by now I'd left the barn

but I'm scared the fields, and I'm scared the houses, I'm scared the millers yard.