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From the album Exit Plan

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ELL ME HOW TO FEEL

This is your production now;
I relinquish my command.
Step in, step all over it;
tell my stand-in where to stand.
Seize the awkward moment
and grind it down to dust;
excuse yourself, in lofty terms,
for your lust for lust.
At this moment, I’ve no time
for anything unreal.
You dare to try to con me,
then tell me how to feel.

Each day, I inject myself
with more-diluted hope.
He killed himself on purpose
with syringes full of dope.
The pains I take for granted
made him not want to live;
he gets people's sympathies
whereas I'm “sensitive.”
I’m always about to capsize;
he seemed on an even keel.
Would that he’d've left a note
that’d tell me how to feel.

Sometimes the insidious
intents of our close friends
contribute to the poisoning
that brings about our ends:
just as people search through
their past actions to prevent it,
they maybe could have caused it,
but not known they’d meant it.
Even the best friendships
involve some dirty deal.
Ultimately, there’s just me
to tell me how to feel.

© 2014 Steve Fitch

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from Another Compilation for the Streaming Swindle, released October 23, 2015
Music, lyrics & recording © 2014 Steve FItch;
published by My Music by Me Music (BMI).
Hit me: mymusicbymemusic.com

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