Go and tie it to the dock so it doesn't
Float out into the middle of things
I'd make you jump in after it in all your clothes
Just to drag it back
But I want it at rope's length
If I'm not being used
Stare at the dark and wait for the sun
That always comes up on the wrong day
I throw out all my old calendars
By tossing them into the lake
They're all secured a few feet from shore
And then I shoot myself into space
I want it at rope's length
If it's not being used
I throw the rope around my waist
If I'm not being used
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