At least pretend to be of piece. Always.

Jan 06, 2011 17:30








There's a map of the world on the wall in your room
Green pins where you wanna go White pins where you've been
there isn't even ten, you're already feeling old



It's a road that you've paved over Indian graves and
you wonder why your dreams are crazed
So you cling to your wife, your kids, and you life
There's nothing that you're gonna save



Some far off feeling
Some up close kind of ache
That instant karma That always comes too late



Pretty faces stare back from a magazine stack  that you read when  you're feeling bored
Look through a telescope lens it doesn't make sense
you think you've been there before



Some far off feelings , Some up close kind of ache
White screen reason to look the other way



Like the thing thatcha tried that you thought that you liked for a minute then it all felt wrong
So your changing again, All your clothes, all your friends
It's the same as it ever was



Some far off feelings
Some up close kind of ache
White screen reason to
look the other way



There's a place by the lake that you go when it's late it was summer and the crowds were gone
and you sit all alone with With your thoughts, gettin stoned
just waitin for some peace to come



Kill the shadow of yesterday
Clean shirt, clean pants, clean slate, second chance
You're going by another name



Some far off feeling
Some up close kind of ache
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