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If You Can’t Trust the Monitors
If you can't trust the monitors Then why do they have the monitors If you can't trust the cars Then why have the cars If you can't trust that I think you're hot Then why do you look so good Turning me on that way that you do If you can't trust the people Then why have the people If you can't trust the cards then why have the cards If you can't trust this room then why have the room Why not just an open space Where you can be naked and fascinating If you can't trust the milk in the bottles Then why have the bottles If you can't trust the wine the song Then why have the country If you can't trust the kangaroo Then why go jumping If you can't trust the sky Then why have the sky at all If you can 't trust the stars Then why look out Why not just sit in your room It's dark and safe anyway If you can't trust what's dark and safe anyway Then why even bother Then why even be here at all I don't know I just went and walked But desire is hopeless If you can't trust the windowsill Then why put the flowers there Why not leave it bare Oh I did And then what After a while Anyway That old sun It burned it green The windowsill And when I All I returned to the room All I saw was green Grass green Like grass but greener than A halting hue of it And I forgot the flowers And I forgot you If you can't trust the daybreak Then why have the daybreak Why not sit Let the night come It won't stop itself The hormones And all