Electric Bill

You excel at commanding the room
And taking me for a ride
Sinking in blue waves
As you make the whole world blind
Don’t fix my hair
This is too good of a secret
But maybe they already see–
How I fall and you watch me fly
You came in threes
Then stopped paying for my electric bill
It’s been six years and I still haven’t made it to shore

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