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Gone down again but it's a trap in the forest where the raccoons jump on cages try to the eat the leftovers your grandfather left to lure them gone down again to the city where the women aren't so pretty as they're cold and soft, never known something cold and soft.
Undecided for the principal reason that I first came here remember when we were younger remember when it all seemed clear. Remember when it was arced like some great tragedy remember when I made bad poems to make sense out of of you and me.
Sometimes like I feel like the cuckoo in the nest
I never really belonged here, but I stick out here the best.
Just keeping growing, just keep faking until my life's a mess,
Feeling like a cuckoo in the nest
And I can't treat these hollow conversations as any more than idle chat
Between two old friends who haven't met in years
And when you look at me so with so little recognition
It finally confirms all of my fears of
What happens after the sunset.
No one told me what to do once I had found you,
Only some half hearted speech about how I should save you
Or you should save me.
But you and I, we don't save anybody
The architecture of the run down barn and the rotting wood and the scent of hay and they way the dust dances in the sun around your face. Moments on red, dirt roads, only ever moments with you I know
When he pulls a stunt like this with his hair all hanging down and the mud across his cheek and the concentration in his frown I start to see just what she sees when she sees a man like this, and I wish her all the best in life in her marital bliss.
Leading the way she said you ought to be leading the way hell in a handbasket convertibles off desert cliffs you ought to be leading our way. This is what happens to little girls who happen to outgrow their sense of the world, and you ought to be leading more than anyone else is leading, because you're so damn much of a girl.
I thought I had a quest in mind, when I first set out from you, but then I thought you were nobler then, and I thought I needed to save you. Someone calling for a princess, video game princess. Your hair was never long and blonde, your skin was never fair, but I put you in a tower in my head and kept you there.
Base feelings of emotion is it just another notion of sentiment that keeps me hanging around your place? The groan you make when you first wake the lines on your face as you shake and laugh is it the notion of a baby with your face?
Control z and backspace so used to the cyberspace that I forget that I can't just do these things in real life. Back space like the leftover space where I keep all the things I was supposed to do but didn't, backed up until I grow a pair, and get caught up on my life.
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