IF I WERE PRESIDENT 10 June 03

Morning comes
Shoots me through the evening
I am a bullet
In this permanent exhaustion
The pale walls
Of a rented apartment
Nights I spend
Sleeplessly watching ceilings

I miss you
I�m losing my history
The daily things we do
Exist without meaning
Without you
This is just a clever love song
I wish I were President
So I could cancel Armageddon

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