Sometimes the windows combine with the seams in a way. That twitches on a peak at the place where the spirit was slain. One foot leads to another. Night's for sleep, blue curtains, covers.
I feel your racing heart. My liquid silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tubs unchanging. I am fire, where's my form?.
[And God said, Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together unto one place. and let the dry land appear: and it was so. And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good. And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas, and God bless all of you - all of you on the good Earth.].
When you're big and troubles seem so far. You put your belly up to the bar. Squint your eyes, you can almost miss the dirt. You tell yourself it couldn't hurt.
On my phone. . Time spent sitting all alone. Time spent looking at my phone. Time spent sitting all alone. Time spent looking at my phone. . I try to pull the curtains back.
"Alright, here we go!". "Five, four, three, two, and one". "Are you ready to work out?". . Don't take it the wrong way. I can never keep up. Sick of liking your selfies.
James. If you heed the call. And you go outside, and wander off. Then home is there. Wherever you will make it. You can always say, "Who's laughing now?".
One thing left to try. See if you can make it. Before you choose the night. And the silence overtakes you. . If you looked into the fire. And you had that conversation.
The deals we made to shake things up. And the rights that they abused. Might just fuck us over. But the doors won't shut. Until they're sure there's nothing left to use.
Days that got away. Days that got away. Days that got away. Days that got away. Days that got away. Away. Days that got away. Days that got away. Days that got away.
Not everyone can be like me and Michael. The only problem is forgetting which side you're on. (So you think). The burning light will reappear on summer nights.
Breathing in the dark. Lying on its side. The ruins of the day. Painted with a scar. And the more I straighten out. The less it wants to try. The feelings start to rot.
Hold me up in the palm of your hand. Lying to you is a river of sin. Your metaphores, your silent calls. Your feelings are too real. Let them spew, a fall from grace.
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War in me. War overseas. There ain't no difference between. . Blood in me. Blood overseas. There ain't no difference between. . War in me. And war overseas.
Did you give it up?. Did you give it up?. Did you give it up?. Did you give it up?. Did you give it up?. Did you give it up?. . Did you give it up?. Did you give it up?.
So many people die everyday. Who lived everynight without hope. Spendin' their time just standin' in line. Tuggin' on society's coat. . So many people live everyday.
If you've ever known love. If you've ever known peace. If you've ever known joy. Make sure that you are on time. . If you've ever known war. If you've ever known pain.
I watched a miracle in the making. then had a scientist tell me that i. couldn't live without breaking,. my habits of fearlessness and crying for the world....
The way I'm on your mind, like a ball and chain. Like a destiny to run from. Division in your soul (in your soul), keepin' you from whole. I can bare to see you crying.