Mode=Off

short nights
waking and all the rain is slamming down
since I've been told that "off" is a mode...

warm lights
insane operations screw my subtle plans
they hit the road, such a heavy load

and we know when the tears flow
strike the keys while on my knees
the record shows so many woes

and she's in suffragettes clothes
all alone and staring at his solemn pose
so then i rose

hello, i'm not at my best but give me half a chance
and help me please with these recipes..
look here, i've seen a few tricks I think you'd find bizarre
involving these spare sets of keys

I'll store you in the mainframe
creaking under weight of data
sets the tone while I'm so alone

And seething with frustration
all I want is painless segues from this zone to the telephone

short nights
waking and all the rain is slamming down
since I've been told that "off" is a mode...
warm lights
insane operations screw my subtle plans
since I've been told that "off" is a mode...


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