Ah, you've gone into your misery mode.
I can tell it even from your letters—
I can tell it even from your letters—
You’ve been in the presence of your punishers,
Found guilty of the invisible crime
Of wanting to be happy just once.
You’ve paid the penalty over and over,
Can't be caught naked with anybody beautiful.
You make bail by never making any fun.
Found guilty of the invisible crime
Of wanting to be happy just once.
You’ve paid the penalty over and over,
Can't be caught naked with anybody beautiful.
You make bail by never making any fun.
The prison system's been shut down, Sir.
The doors have opened,
The bars all sprung.
Your pleasure redeemed,
So go in peace,
You've been free now for quite some time.
-jenn long
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