it never fit me well
sometimes i would disappear
into a hole if i fell
once i did not know
who i resembled
people passing on the street
cried and trembled
with a finger or two
they kept pointing at you
but it was actually me
who they happened to see
i wore it all day long
listening to a lonely lover's song
and i wore it at night
when it gave me a fright
i often tried to give it away
but it was out of date
i took it to a nearby station
but arrived too late
i spent many a day
with newspapers and wine
trying to get it to fit:
i could never make it mine.
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