I'd like to find a purpose in the pull of the night
I know it's there, I know I love it.
can't wrap my mind around it
Something
to do
with
you
I hate to see things go by me
as I count puddles in the street
I laugh
for seconds that seem so brief
then the rest of my day goes by
Yeah, it's so sudden
any change that we love
any embracement of the drug; we so casually ignore
any side affected fun that didn't last for days to come.
So we sit still, and cry out "numb"
while pain preaches to my broken thumbs.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC
I'd like to find a purpose in the pull of the night
I know it's there, I know I love it.
can't wrap my mind around it
Something
to do
with
you
I hate to see things go by me
as I count puddles in the street
I laugh
for seconds that seem so brief
then the rest of my day goes by
Yeah, it's so sudden
any change that we love
any embracement of the drug; we so casually ignore
any side affected fun that didn't last for days to come.
So we sit still, and cry out "numb"
while pain preaches to my broken thumbs.
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