Expert Eraser from Plastic Cough by Great Grandpa

Keep the present in the moment
like it’s supposed to be.
I don’t want to be addicted to your vision.
Calloused, useless on the surface
fill this sacred space.
I’m a loser to the feelings I don’t trust in

Our hearts are beating queer
whenever you’re here.
Fill us with good feels
you know that we’re helpless.
Waste on my ailing peers
it’s rushing up there.
So soon we’re sleeping
it’s all in good keeping.

What a gift to feel stroked off by a phrase.
To be so simple and so happy and undoubting.
I keep commission on the t.v. and I’m p.k.d.
What a mercy we’re perpetually occluded.

We crave the twangy void of the perfect diploid.
I am irrational - an expert eraser.
Waste on my ailing peers
it’s rushing up there.
So soon talk your way
out of existence.

It burns the dissonance off
plastic cough.
It’s warm to soft the hard things.
But if you ask for relief
it’s not in sleep.

Cuse in my mind’s eye
I feel numb.
Cause in my mind’s eye
I feel dumb.
Cause in my mind’s eye
I feel one.

Our hearts are beating queer
whenever you’re here.
Fill us with good feels
you know that we’re helpless.
Waste on my ailing peers
it’s rushing up there.
So soon talk your way
out of existence.

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