Shake your love if some hope remains...
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Say the word and of course I'll stay.
Roll your eyes and I'll walk away.
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Well I wrote this a night or two ago. I was hoping to get it posted in June, so that I didn't totally ignore that month, but I couldn't figure out a way to finish it. So here it is as I've got it so far. Oh well. At any rate, here we find ourselves in that fateful July once again (by the time you read this, anyway). I can't believe how fast the past 12 months have gone. Here's to further inspiration.
"The song stuck in your head"
I cannot just hum along to this tune anymore.
I must scream and have my voice heard.
I must let everyone know
how I follow every note,
and if I’m off key I’ve at least got the words.
We cannot just play along with this game anymore.
We must show them the rules are flawed.
We must point and pout
until there is no doubt
that this isn’t a matter for God.
Judgment days and cosmic rays are colliding in my brain.
We’ll go with whichever draws the longer lot.
They tell me that they can see what I have been preaching.
But I don’t think that that is what I thought.
I’ll lift a hand to help a man who’s hiding in the street
from the vultures looming high above his head.
But if I can avoid that man and keep from eye contact,
then I might sleep without those thoughts crowding my bed.
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Just please don't leave me guessing.
Say the word and of course I'll stay.
Roll your eyes and I'll walk away.
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Well I wrote this a night or two ago. I was hoping to get it posted in June, so that I didn't totally ignore that month, but I couldn't figure out a way to finish it. So here it is as I've got it so far. Oh well. At any rate, here we find ourselves in that fateful July once again (by the time you read this, anyway). I can't believe how fast the past 12 months have gone. Here's to further inspiration.
"The song stuck in your head"
I cannot just hum along to this tune anymore.
I must scream and have my voice heard.
I must let everyone know
how I follow every note,
and if I’m off key I’ve at least got the words.
We cannot just play along with this game anymore.
We must show them the rules are flawed.
We must point and pout
until there is no doubt
that this isn’t a matter for God.
Judgment days and cosmic rays are colliding in my brain.
We’ll go with whichever draws the longer lot.
They tell me that they can see what I have been preaching.
But I don’t think that that is what I thought.
I’ll lift a hand to help a man who’s hiding in the street
from the vultures looming high above his head.
But if I can avoid that man and keep from eye contact,
then I might sleep without those thoughts crowding my bed.
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Just please don't leave me guessing.