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Autobahn

from George by Thom Weeks

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You love her and hate yourself in equal measures
and hope that the change in the weather ain't metaphor
Each perfect rain drop tells me you've been crying
They wrap on my window reminding your ego
You love her and hate yourself in equal measures
It changes with each conversation and contact
Transforming and moulding so beautifully beautiful
Bittersweet, touched by your own mirror image
and quite disappointed you left without spectacle.
Coz you love her and hate yourself in equal measures
and drift between bars on the rests of a lullaby
You once wrote for her but tore up in indifference,
Feigning a smile, as I watch you on fire
When you love her and hate yourself in equal measures
They prescribe you medicine, tell you you're desperate
Shaking in time to that terrible lullaby
Meeting in the cracks that you forge between space and time.
So, you love her and hate yourself in equal measures
and just wanna see her spread out on your mattress
Writhing in her splendour all golden and glowing
The dream that you yearn for is not where we're going.
I caught myself watching you eat at the table
I counted to ten, scratched my fork on my dinner plate,
You're aching from something, most probably sleeping on floors.
Maybe when we're in the car we can worry some more.
You love her and hate yourself
You're tense to the neck, wrought in sexual frustration
We're never alone, someone's perched on your shoulder
and sometimes they follow you, feeding you orders.
You might never know her the way that you want to.
You might not be sober enough to be truthful.
You're probably itching from some kind of poison
and you're not getting out of the van until January.

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from George, released August 17, 2015

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