Tokyo Story

I’m a Japanese cop

Who talks to no one

Outside of work

My therapist says

I should get a hobby

I only see her because

the department makes me

Ever since my partner

Turned up in the river

I blame myself

Put too much pressure on her

To find the Run Street killer

Told her every death was our fault

And she believed me

Still sends a shiver

Through me to think of her

I mute it with whiskey

It’s hard being a cliche

But someone’s got to do it.

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