Lauren Drake
The Invitation

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Picking up the night shift

Just to feel something

A bitter chill when the wind blows at my back

You might think it’s ordained

But my days all run in the same vein

Nothing we can do about that

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I know you’d rather get the warning

Than not get up the next morning

Well, I wouldn’t dare look at the cards before I deal

See, I just drive to where they tell me

Give everyone the same story

I’ll see you again whether or not you think I’m real

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Joseph Blackwell’s on the docket

On the corner of Gravers & Prospect

I’m sure he’ll think I’m just a dream

So I’ll double down on the next day

Make sure he hears me when I say

There’s room for one more here with me

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You may think it’s all confusing

Well, I find it quite amusing

When folks won’t listen to what I freely tell

If you think Joseph got lucky

Then I know you’ll damn well never trust me

It’s not as black and white as heaven and hell

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I can hear you when you scream at the sky

Why are we alive, and why must we die

What story shall we tell

So that everything ends well?

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Let the lines get blurry

Between your despair and your fury

I’m not as menacing as I may seem

So if you see me drive by

Under a dim-lit moon & a grey sky

I’ll invite you to smile instead of scream

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Of course, there’s always room for one more…