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Call Me Stupid, But​.​.​. (Or, The Tired, Yet Somehow Still Romantic Cliché of Love At First Sight)

from Cicada Cicatrice by Deeps Repus

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I saw you on the bullet train
That went from Portugal to Spain
(The conductor was tired, so they didn't see
That your passport expired back in Germany)
You read the newspaper alone
Until a ring came to your phone
(You dashed out of the car at full speed
I've got no idea what you needed to do
No, not a clue)

Riddle me this, where'd you come from?
Riddle me this, where ya going to?
Riddle me this, what's your problem?
Riddle me this, can I sit by you?
We're perfect strangers, but it's strangely perfect
And I feel I'm safer, and I feel it's worth it
Riddle me this, are you glad now?
Riddle me this, was it my mistake?
Riddle me this, is it sad how
You crack and you hitch every move you make?
Well, we're only human, and it's human nature
You can call me stupid, but I'll never hate you

When you came back, I was surprised
I could not believe my own eyes
(Well, you must understand it would cause alarm
How you carried a child's prosthetic arm)
You had it draped along your shoulder
Blade, I saw into your soul
(I was shown how much strength you had there
I'm too feeble, too unprepared for the blues
That fill your shoes)

I knew right there I needed you
I idolized you in my view
(Cause your beauty was blinding, I couldn't see
Any future that didn't have you with me)
I don't want to sound like a creep
But here's a memory to keep
(So I mustered my courage to do good
I got up and tore my hood from my head
And then I said, "riddle...")

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from Cicada Cicatrice, released May 3, 2018

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Deeps Repus North Tonawanda, New York

A series of paeans to failure and mediocrity composed by a sad tapir. Contains gluten, soy, and phenylalanine.

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