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Jun 04, 2008 13:52

Gutting the night with frantic promises
That won’t keep
So long as you push Distance
Force the needle on the gage past its breaking point
Severing the neutral pace we’ve set
Putting miles between you and me
And Transmission

The clouds have fallen to the earth tonight
Shrouding this asphalt racetrack
As we burn rubber and weed
Slicing through yellow double lines
You blow smoke rings that circle your head
An ironic chronic halo
Curling ‘round your crown and shiny rims
And I’m left racing Time
Heart
Competing against phantom jags
In my pathetic little pick-me-up pick-up
Well aware that I’m last in the stretch to see a win
To even see a break

But like a brick to piece of paper
I will not yield
Lead laden on Gas
‘Cause Rationale committed suicide back a hundred yards
A wild hunger, a wavering hope
Presses back against you, twice as hard
Praying you won’t notice in the end
When the clouds have lifted
Back to their lone places behind the moon
When I finally come around
That I have nothing more to offer than less than what you’ve already got.
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