We can call it today or last week
or seek out another name,
but who loved me in the Bleak?
I ain't talking midwinter nor
the middle of summer
I'm talking back then and
that's the backchat of sad men
these be the lonely
only when will they know?
before it's too late?
I am in denial
Something to do with the
pineal gland?
Fukin grand when you've no idea
if your brain's in your head
or stuffed up your rear.
hitched me a ride on the right side of
the ebb tide
things are looking
better now.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 4:01 AM UTC
We can call it today or last week
or seek out another name,
but who loved me in the Bleak?
I ain't talking midwinter nor
the middle of summer
I'm talking back then and
that's the backchat of sad men
these be the lonely
only when will they know?
before it's too late?
I am in denial
Something to do with the
pineal gland?
Fukin grand when you've no idea
if your brain's in your head
or stuffed up your rear.
hitched me a ride on the right side of
the ebb tide
things are looking
better now.
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