If chance changes, then change chances; the chain dances, but it never changes. Everything is suicidal in high school romances. If you never want to change yourself but you are unsure how, then know you'll be just like your parents, you're just like them right now. & in the back, a cullinarian, who culls from the finest few; picking prizes from the prisoners he fed in World War 2, & when he smiles, it is a comet, & it trails across the sky. But when overcloud, the hair falls out, & the light begins to die.
You're not the one I'm looking for, but you're the one I found. Could it be the one I'm searching for is 6 feet underground? & if I cannot see him standing here, his kneecaps locked in place; then should I just check my reflection & accept that as his face? & as I'm staring through the mirror, past the framing of the pane; I'm still seeking the lost figure & this is my refrain: I say, I miss you cuz I can't recall your breath across my face, warming infant cheeks with cigar sweetness in invisible embrace.
It is the morning of last Christmas, and snow sleeps on the sidewalk sound, while the bounding of the plastic horse mourns the scene across the town. & as the father's father labors, & the comet's light begins to die; the sun's rays on the mantle cast a shadow like a sigh. & as the echo of his figure faded from the foreground frame, I was trying to enunciate but didn't know his name. & so he left his legacy wrapped up in grandkids like a velvet cloak, so that they may be a trailing smile of a man they didn't know.
"Last Christmas"
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"Last Christmas" debuted November 17, 2000, performed by Nozebone the Band - [Nick Clark, Mark Hansen, Brad Smith].
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