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this time around i am refusing to let myself fall back to that place i once stood. not getting to go, not letting go is more like it. eyes rolling, tossing away the trash, when really i should recycle.
quite possiably the best feeling in the whole world is finding out you were right where you had left yourself all along. what ever that means...and then again, when does it ever make sense.
if you try too hard at first, then what do you do the second ride? play the pretender, dark glasses, trench, drink in hand, glossed lips and leering eyes. if they make a move, laugh in the face of the mover...time is totally wasted on the heart.
you say my name like it is a figmant of your own imagination, i tell my friends you dont exist..smell the smoke, hit the door. what more would you expect? playing the game, lost all the pieces, and the directions are written in hydrogliphics.
what am i any ways? hell, i know what i am...its a retorical question, you know?......
the thing is, i cant fail this final test. i cant get one wrong, i cant lose this...not this time, if this time ever gets here. waking up early, staying in bed, who knew a ceiling fan could bring so much amusement. sliding back beneath those sheets, risking it all just to make me laugh. crawling back so late your lips burn. i'm still smiling, eyes roll, hit the floor, glass shatters...somewhere down the hall someone else is passing thier test.
swing with me..please just swing with me.........
quite possiably the best feeling in the whole world is finding out you were right where you had left yourself all along. what ever that means...and then again, when does it ever make sense.
if you try too hard at first, then what do you do the second ride? play the pretender, dark glasses, trench, drink in hand, glossed lips and leering eyes. if they make a move, laugh in the face of the mover...time is totally wasted on the heart.
you say my name like it is a figmant of your own imagination, i tell my friends you dont exist..smell the smoke, hit the door. what more would you expect? playing the game, lost all the pieces, and the directions are written in hydrogliphics.
what am i any ways? hell, i know what i am...its a retorical question, you know?......
the thing is, i cant fail this final test. i cant get one wrong, i cant lose this...not this time, if this time ever gets here. waking up early, staying in bed, who knew a ceiling fan could bring so much amusement. sliding back beneath those sheets, risking it all just to make me laugh. crawling back so late your lips burn. i'm still smiling, eyes roll, hit the floor, glass shatters...somewhere down the hall someone else is passing thier test.
swing with me..please just swing with me.........