i am the reflection in a car window
bent and ruined and out of proportion
wavering like the unsettled sea afar
it exhausts me to try to focus
these massive hands fall at my side
all the while people in sharp detail pass behind
i am a daniel johnston song
banged out in his uncle's suburban garage
the people around me kick and scream and cover their ears
i'm only really around some of the time
it doesn't leave me much of a window to play with
only when the sunlight hits the glass just right
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