saints and cross busters

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I’m not old enough
I’m sure as hell not to young
It’s a loss in tracking time
When it starts and when it’s done
The odd ones just can’t win
When angles are prone to sin
And the profits all skipped town
There making cures in Lexington

A day that lasts all night
Some misplaced keys a blatant invite
Will bring me back under the covers
Will make me miss my flight
They call now and then
To make sure I remember them
To say if I end up in failure
I have a home I have a friend

A stalled engine broken locks
A bike with warn out shocks
Legs misplaced in atrophy
Feet cut up by hand laid rocks
Yesterday I made amends
Tied up all of my loss ends
I asked to be your lover
I beg you to stay my friend

So many things to see
That look all the same to me
But after thanks and a quick I love you
Things seem to be getting interesting
In a dream I hate to have
She’s asleep in a luke warm bath
And my mind wanders again
And I lose sight of the past

And my mind wanders again
And I lose sight of the past