A Tiger Holding a Snake

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I entitled myself to a shirt
And it’s hard not to care
When it’s been this long
I ask so little and talk so much 
It hits and the train feels like 4am 
Or whatever that time is right before the sun rises

Between the leaves 
I can see a school I’ve never noticed before
If it isn’t love then maybe it’s comfort 
Which I’ve never understood 
But it doesn’t mean I’ll miss it
Because I probably won’t
Because I can’t tell if the ceiling is dripping 
Or if my hat is melting 
Should I call just to see
Because I’m tired and I would like to be anywhere but home

There is that tile again 
The trains are always there
Even when they aren’t running 
The orthodox men part to let me through
But it doesn’t make me get there any faster