Tea sips tremble widely to the stomach
I taste lemon, I taste scarlet
Arizona has a place for us
I was told the future is there
Inside small windows and a flat roof
500 sq feet of cat hair
We will drag with us
Kicking and screaming
I’ll set the kettle down at the counter there
And arrange the bookends
Do you remember how Montana turned on us?
How North Dakota spat us out?
New York slapped us silly?
Let’s grab each other as the floor falls into hell
And sprint towards the desert fair
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