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Another fast fight saying their was never a day That Billie Holiday living Seemed to be the only right away Long car crashes bending metal upon crooked metal Ringing bells white with dust blue oceans crash Fitting the rooms with walls a color I used to breathe to know A woman prances through the air Telling me to Hang in there! "Yeah Right!" I scream back "Hanging from pillows makin' me the way I am!..." But she's gone outta sight back into the night Off and away for another man back a couple months from way With the slow wheeze of the vibrating trampoline Friends are mischief makers with masks made of daff Dollar around the hour begging for power Made outta that Mr. Easy's pearly conch shell A sea break in the depths of Maddy P.'s over ease That Voice! The Choice! To listen to the sneaking tease of a breath beneath those knees A million hours reminding themselves that these towers Can fall so easily Spinning wheels makin' me feel Black red counter top stopper belts Lost her again Yeah' I lost her again to the fray of the haze again A write I thought was in sight A right I thought would bite A wright I dreamt tonight Alright
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May 6, 2011
May 6, 2011 at 11:31 PM UTC
Mad Ms. P.
Another fast fight saying their was never a day That Billie Holiday living Seemed to be the only right away Long car crashes bending metal upon crooked metal Ringing bells white with dust blue oceans crash Fitting the rooms with walls a color I used to breathe to know A woman prances through the air Telling me to Hang in there! "Yeah Right!" I scream back "Hanging from pillows makin' me the way I am!..." But she's gone outta sight back into the night Off and away for another man back a couple months from way With the slow wheeze of the vibrating trampoline Friends are mischief makers with masks made of daff Dollar around the hour begging for power Made outta that Mr. Easy's pearly conch shell A sea break in the depths of Maddy P.'s over ease That Voice! The Choice! To listen to the sneaking tease of a breath beneath those knees A million hours reminding themselves that these towers Can fall so easily Spinning wheels makin' me feel Black red counter top stopper belts Lost her again Yeah' I lost her again to the fray of the haze again A write I thought was in sight A right I thought would bite A wright I dreamt tonight Alright
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ashby-brown
May 6, 2011
May 6, 2011 at 11:31 PM UTC
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