One of these days I m going to hit the mark
One of these days it will fall into my lap like a gentle tragedy
One of these days real soon, you'll be where you were going and I'll know better.
On a Tuesday you will dream a victim clad sheath to don to all the parties you don't really want to go to
On a Saturday, the smoke from the cigarette you swore off of will linger longer than the stranger next to you.
A season will pass and I will still not be concerned whether or not you are having children
You will become defensive and slather my character in peckish generalities.
I will know that your underwear matches your wallet and know I am destines for better things.
One of these days I m going to disappear into the waning slit of shhhh with everything I have ever wanted.
You will be living in a ranch that your Mother deemed socially acceptable and wondering where your life went.
Sit down sugar, you must be exhausted.
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