who knew a trip to the can
would result in me becoming a man
true identity became the question
not once did i even mention
without the unwanted jewelry
your hand i would hold freely
on our way to our cage
but we are on the same page
fingertips turn out to be
the thing that took you from me
we never had a reservation
just a disgraced occupation
we never had time to waste
withdrawal was much too sour of a taste
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