We had a lunch by the capitol,
And the dogs they all ran down the street.
When we discussed what is possible,
I found you to be too discreet.

You may appear like the sufferer,
But you taunt me with your careless mirth.
I wear the marks of a batterer
Just 'cause you walk on this earth.

Spinning in the night, stopping on a dime,
These interruptions come all the time.
I've been caught up, and you're left just fine,
We three-step apart, guess I'll see you some time.

In the dusty red plush of the carpeting,
The greenish-blue light in the hotel;
We made it right, what was happening,
And I watched your ghost in the stairwell.

You had a lunch by the capitol,
With a man whom I once knew so well.
Although it's parenthetical,
It's real as far as I can tell.

Spinning in the night, stopping on a dime,
These interruptions come all the time.
I've been caught up, and you're left just fine,
We three-step apart, guess I'll see you some time.

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