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You say you spent two years sleep- walking all around here, past convenience stores and dead ends. Steering blind while the suburbs blurred, your sneering eyes grew tired like my slurring verbage                                            Now with our words just circling 'round                                            we'll shout right into the drain                                            blaming newer faults on old targets...                                                                                                      And I can only say... That you won't see me playing Kings & Creeps when the whiskey's gone and this here card game's out of reach. When the fingers point, it's nothing doing, stated bluntly. We're saying nothing again. Now I've been eating crow with a side of consternation through a swelling, allergic throat. Choking down all my dumbest thoughts. My token frown flips up when your smile turns caustic.                                              And with the tension boiling down,                                              bubbling up from our heads,                                              we'll pour it out on old targets...                                              It seems we've spilled again... But you don't hear me crying, "Kings & Creeps" when the music dies and we stand, staring at our feet. With an unhinged jaw, even a snake can swallow some things-- digest them back in the den. We're saying nothing again.
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Kings & Creeps
You say you spent two years sleep- walking all around here, past convenience stores and dead ends. Steering blind while the suburbs blurred, your sneering eyes grew tired like my slurring verbage                                            Now with our words just circling 'round                                            we'll shout right into the drain                                            blaming newer faults on old targets...                                                                                                      And I can only say... That you won't see me playing Kings & Creeps when the whiskey's gone and this here card game's out of reach. When the fingers point, it's nothing doing, stated bluntly. We're saying nothing again. Now I've been eating crow with a side of consternation through a swelling, allergic throat. Choking down all my dumbest thoughts. My token frown flips up when your smile turns caustic.                                              And with the tension boiling down,                                              bubbling up from our heads,                                              we'll pour it out on old targets...                                              It seems we've spilled again... But you don't hear me crying, "Kings & Creeps" when the music dies and we stand, staring at our feet. With an unhinged jaw, even a snake can swallow some things-- digest them back in the den. We're saying nothing again.
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
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