it was five when we left the party.
said goodbye to one and all.
sunlight creeping through the window
of our evacuated home.
so come the dawn.
one by one they all will come down
and wish you a good time.
been nine years since the party,
and in syncopated time...
you lost your mind.
camera strapped around your arm.
our policy is open door.
and in this one you're the bad guy.
i'll meet you on that northern shore.
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