It's better to throw nothing out
say now't
and let them think it's ok.
Maybe today it is
ok, but
tomorrow?
Who knows what disease ferments and grows in the mind of a man,
at times, it's all I can do
to hold back.
The dishes stack up like the odds on it raining,
higgledy piggledy and to think that they think that it's big of me
to bring it all down.
What use to me if all I can see is the end of the line?
what use a train if I don't have the time and in being late to arrive am caught at the gate?
No ticket?
long wait 'til the next one.
As the light flicks its flame across the widow's eyes
she looks up and cries,
speak out,
but again I
say now't.
They don't pay me to talk.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
It's better to throw nothing out
say now't
and let them think it's ok.
Maybe today it is
ok, but
tomorrow?
Who knows what disease ferments and grows in the mind of a man,
at times, it's all I can do
to hold back.
The dishes stack up like the odds on it raining,
higgledy piggledy and to think that they think that it's big of me
to bring it all down.
What use to me if all I can see is the end of the line?
what use a train if I don't have the time and in being late to arrive am caught at the gate?
No ticket?
long wait 'til the next one.
As the light flicks its flame across the widow's eyes
she looks up and cries,
speak out,
but again I
say now't.
They don't pay me to talk.
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