They let a brilliant mind like yours
Waste away behind a locked door
2.5 weeks, 4 walls, and a cold concrete floor
And you spoke 3 languages but there's no talking your way out of this
I know I wouldn't have lasted as long as you did
And the last time we spoke I was chasing you down for money you owed
I don't have a rhyme for this, I'm just ashamed
Too broke to fly out the service the service
Never seen the plot you're buried in
But I think about you everyday
And I haven't been in the same room since I was 23
And I always thought I'd see you again eventually
Like something on TV, catch up like old friends over coffee
But sometimes there's no cut-scenes or resolutions
Just endings
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