IN FRONT OF WALGREENS

Stop living in front of Walgreens
When you’re beautiful you stay put
Then you go on living with your roommate
who makes a sound like an empty Pringles can with the lid off when she falls

Stop opening your eyes when you’re in front of me
I want you to imagine I’m someplace else
The old opera house in my hometown echoes with the sound of light conversation

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