whisper the singer
there's nothing I have for you that hasn't been given to you before the floor sags and shapes into something anew. don't let the byes begone, don't let the lines be drawn. my records haven't changed in ten years its just the record playing you've heard before that I said reminded me of who I used to be. the galaxy seems to small for you and me both to be spinning. what is it I said to you that night that made you believe I couldn't see. the air is easier to breath than the last breathe that we both choked back hoping to say more. the pains and seeing the friends come and go and come go. this circle keeps inclining into one of us or more. who have the fell into this time my friend. I don't have a dollar to my name ,but nothing has really changed to much there or any other time I can dream of. what will become of us once one of us is gone? the road is always going to call me,but can I ever answer. I'll pop these pill until something better fills up my belly. its torture turning over everyday. I'm still sick and I always will be. I'm a dark confidant,but I'm no bob. just someone to hear what is coming next out of your mouth. this would make more sense if i could understand exactly what they are saying. 720 horsemen on the roof. I hope we can make that showtime even with the flat-tire it took four of us to change. this won't ever end. there's nothing I can make myself forget. when I leave my dreams I'll let them simmer on a slow boil. its the way I'll make the chicken soup for my soul. As "if i had the world to give" begins I just want it all to end. it doesn't change that I understand how they sing the song its the song I'd sing to you. or maybe I'd write my own or two. I wish I had just two cents so I could add them to the conversation.