Thursday, April 8, 2010

Let's cake this one on quickly
Before we have to run out on stage
and show emotion
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Like I said
I so would
But not to who you expected.
No.
THIS IS A MURMUR
this is what we whispered that one time
with our lazy eyes adjusting in the dark
We dueled with the swords of perspective
You fighting for me, me fighting for you
It could of happened
It could...
I don't know even how to finish that
It could...
It could be anything
It could be horrific, wonderful, mediocre, whatever.
I just want something.

Lucky pennies will squeak familiar tunes as the ones you make
A duet, one can say
Yet you come from perfection
Me? You talking to me?
I come from failure, a fat man with fat dreams that stay dreams that he will try to pass on into the next generation
Makes me want to cry that you achieve these dreams
Yet...
Maybe I haven't opened my eyes wide enough...
Well. Not too long to think
Only have one more week till the cymbals crash
And open the doors.
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I need to sleep.

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