a cold cup of lithium
for me and my dad
to fill in the plotholes
that we never had
we flew to rhode island
we lived in the sand
i killed a few hours
on a gravity strand
the whistles were silent
the bullets were true
i drank from a siphon
i lived in a shoe
he built me a rocket
i guess i was glad
a cold cup of lithium
for me and my dad
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