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In the time of Dorris Day

Echo chamber with an extended stay

I have all but gone away

Quinn pick up

it’s been a day

I have tried to fit in good

Did what they asked

Said what I should

This is me now

a bit watered down

We’ve turned to poison in this town

Yet still there’s love and hope buried

deep beneath saddened eye’s

so painstakingly weaved into my design

I’ll try to find such precious time

and rummage through my cobwebbed mind

Sometimes sad can’t stand for anything

In this day in age nothing means everything

Echo chamber veins

a single tear with so much to say

Bringing me back to the time of Dorris Day