kaynbh
it may not be anything when we get older,
some part of technology from the past,
things we did away with after we finished playing,
but we always started off smart and stayed with
the more prestigious, brilliant, handsome Mr. Science,
who knew
just think of us helping
ourselves to more bread and wine
till the night ends up with a sunrise
and you're too tired to hold yourself up
tripping along the walls, I can't carry you
with me, I can't help you at all, with your superficial
need to beat all the traffic, the roaring chaos of the morning
after a wonderful night, where we helped ourselves, too many times
up in the loft, where the records are strewn about the floor, you were wearing something soft, and such a sight was anything but a bore, keep in time with the ending my dear, but don't let the response ruin the ending, makes sure you sound sincere and there won't be debts pending.
there's a mist of blood
hanging 'round my head
telling me to give in more
that what I should instead
if these calamities
keep dragging me down to the shore
I'm not sure
if this is what I want to live for
with a mist of blood
hanging 'round my head
overhead they are flying
flying south for the winter
but I'm already here
because you are there
and this life doesn't make sense anymore
without a clear label
for what we are
so shoot me out of the sky
and save us from the fading light
I have tripped and fallen over
my own running feet
they tried to get away
faster than I could be free
all the ways this event could happen
but only one outcome do we get
keep coming back for more
just when you think you're all set
eternally we are forgotten
little simple souls
floating under the grease
of fast food commercials,
we are waiting, constantly waiting
for the timer to go off
and for this to be over
and done with
you are the sponge
to my words
soaking up the bitterness
and giving them back
with clear understanding
you called me as dark as you
but never saw the threat through,
you copied every style you could
understanding nothing true that stood.
can't you see that this is where we
belong
to each other through copper lines
with guitar chords that
keep everything fine
today I created a thought
about what life would be like
if we all had no one to talk to
people would wake up too early
on the weekend
and like an army march march march
on to work during the week
we would all be very crazy then
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