talking pigmon blues.
we were always in the wrong place at the wrong time. caring for others whos vocab consists strictly of here, now, and mine. looking so puzzled you ripped yourself off to fit as another, abandoning friends, family, and brothers. its never been so hard to walk away when youve tried everything you can and run out of things to say. driving in circles while wasting so much gas, "can you spare a buck" i so meaninglessly ask, but the joke is always on me. well if you could just pick yourself up and look in the mirror instead of the bottom of a cup i am sure youd find a man whos ears must be stuffed with all the advice you chose not to listen to. now i stop for a second ask myself is this the right way to just place my problems on the shelf, to shrug off years of frustration and guilt for letting you slip through the cracks. the choice has been, is now, and always will be yours to do what you want and open new doors to a vast population of liars, cheats, and whores while i will always strive for something more, i wont lose sleep cause with love i am deeply embedded.
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