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John Jul 2016
i have nothing to do
with your issues with your father.
i'm just trying to melt glue
but it's hard when it just leaks further.
if you can find it in you
to let it all go.
i can be with you
and everyone'll know
that we came to stop the show.
John Jul 2016
your hair is a filter
through which your cigarette smoke flows.
your world is off-kilter,
and where you get off, no one knows.
energy moves through you
and you act like it isn't true.
but with just one touch
you heal all my blacks and blues.
John Jul 2016
if you couldn't do the time
then why'd you do the crime?
your words and actions never align
i'll see you at the end of time

i saw you looking lonely, tracing lines
stone-faced and cradling a glass of wine
you always said alcohol was evil
i'll see you at the end of time

i will always be there to listen when you want to whine
your mouth goes one way but your body sends other signs
not saying anything new, i'm just covering it with rhyme
i'll see you at the end of time
John Jul 2016
can't seem to make you mine
cryin' in my bed all the time
cryin' in my head all the time
"I'm cryin'", you said, all the time

nothin' seemed so right
as when we met that night
i could see your face in the dark
you never needed no light

when the facts are shown to be true
the facts are: baby, i love you
but you don't think the same way
blacked out and you're givin' me the blues
John Jul 2016
dawn to dusk
dust to dust
trust me, trust us
undo these cold handcuffs

you caused a fuss
i missed my bus
they were staring at us
two big oaks, sapped of luck

we've been ******
since the start
this life *****
but play your part
push that cosmic shopping cart
John Jul 2016
you said you'd climb mountains
but you don't have any boots
i'm a skipping stone
no telling when i'll sink
when the sky is spilled and splashed
it's always harder to think

over the mountain the grass is thicker
but the color is up to interpretation
i know you've only been getting sicker
enamored by ideation
but the facts pack a punch
count your dead and carry on
John Jul 2016
I don't get a weekend
Cause I'm stackin' bands
Hope I get to see you
Once my flight lands
Been up in the air
For too long
I just wanna touch your hair
And sing you a song
So this ones for you
Out there in shades of blue
I hope you know it's true
When I say I love you

I never really thought
it'd come to this
A war hard fought
And you, I missed
I'm past trying to save face
I can't hide the feelings
I'm here and I hate this place
I'm done with trying and failing
You pop up in my head again and again
The way you move and you talk, baby, I'm a fan
I just don't know when my flight will land
Crawled too far up and you're buried in the sand
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