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We found this demo in a box in the men's room. We almost threw it out with the old rags. --Keddiz

I'm All But Done

Whimpers in a box.
Could be puppies
Not a single soul is taking home.
All they want's
A ride into the country.
It's a ride they'll never take.
This is where I'm at today.
I'm all but done.

This one stays in the front.
They have tied his throat
And he can barely bark.
Could have stuck up for him then,
But I was so fast asleep.
It would have been a paradox.
I could have tried it anyway.
He's under the bushes
His world undervalues.
Not that it matters,
But it's one other comfort

That he just doesn't have.
And he thinks his bone's
About a block away,

But it took a truck
To Indonesia,
A place that's a symbol for him
Of where he'll fail to be,
To where he'll fail to venture.
It's all that he's thinking
When you pass him.

Here's some hope for you
As you sit there wondering
When it's gonna come:
The world will gather up the little puppies.
You will find them all a home.
So it's no metaphor for me;
I'm all but done.

another demo from a while back

Love Is a Tug On the Sleeve

You have arrived in our world.
It had been filled with no good.
Wonder how you could have heard
That you had been wanted for years.

We have discovered, uncovered today
That love is a tug on the sleeve.
When we question how come,
You will say,
"Love is a tug on the sleeve."

No one had guided your hand.
Science and fate aren't real.
Specters pop in every eve;
You are a trusted mist in the morn.
Whether we stand or move on,
Muddle or magically rise,
Clothes that we find ourselves in
Are never the obvious size.

Know it
That over and over we read
The letter our shirts have received.
When we question how come,
You will say,
"Love is a tug on the sleeve."