the lemming mule

[guirett]

the lemming mule:

so this is the fire or better the burn
watching it glow until I'm singged away
it's not that easy to play with sand

it slips through creases invisible
and slides down like glass after I realize it's gone
physical memories uncherished

a major sound with a minor voice
I proceed with a smile while on the inside I die
Here at the theme park not tall enough to ride

Could you please abstain from this teasing game
the carrot's grown old and my legs are tired
Breaking this heart seems to much fun
For someone who truly loves everyone
I do not doubt but I do wonder why
I was made to begin but to never end
This isn't the life that I would have chosen
But I guess I gave up the choice to choose

the aftermath comes in an adrenaline rush
I buckle each time and give up for weeks
restarting this engine is breaking the key

and she's a beauty at a distance but daunting up close
freakishly tangible so many times
fearful, something runs for the hills each time

Gloria a ti Senor
Gracias por estes dias buenas
Y Gracias por to amor y este noche
Amor y paz y adios