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Elevator pitch
You scratch that eternal itch
My century’s drawn out
Quit teasing now
What is the crux of it?

In the mess born out of this country
See the tide shake off its jelly

Buttoning unbuttoning your dress for the evening
I’ll try hard to notice every clue that you’re leaving
The most sober person on the last train home
One of 300 people to have called this flat your own
The dream of endless storage and the curse of memory
There’s no conceivable economy to meet my needs
Keep from ruining myself so methodically
I can hear it’s stormy Cassie come I’ll zip you up in my windbreeaakerrrrr