Ironing the Soul

I recall the characters you wore and the clothes that you stole
Name dropping John-Paul Sartre
You were greeted with such laughter
As you dug your own hole

And I remember the curtains the curtains as they closed
The mattress on the floor and the quote from On the Road

This half is not whole
This heart is cold
Ironing the soul

I forget tomorrow I recall today I made a stupid phone call but I’m 20 years away
As the shadow man comes a calling
Soap opera’s make you cry
There’s everything and nothing left here for you to try

Ironing the soul



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