By the guppy
Date: 28 February 2001

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this one's gonna suck me into the backwash
there's just no fighting some tuesday nights
this one's just a ping into the past
a test on what kinda signals i'm sending myself back
yippie
a trace to an airport and a teary embrace
that made and still makes my heart sick
on certain tuesday nights
thoughts racing as sea-tac suddenly emerged
as a place i'd rather call home
than leave
and other panics
most of which revolved around thinking i'd never be able to hold her again
being right never has caused me too much joy
my heart didn't break 'til i was over north dakota
it was inaudible
northwest has absorbent seat fabric
i longed for ventilation
hijacking was considered
the skies were neutral in disposition
heartache became my least favorite subject
and my most familiar one
she was the worst kind of love...
...to lose
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