I'm finally starting to realize
What they really mean -- those glassy eyes.
Besides batshit Monday highs
It hurts to come up with a time frame
How long I've been playing this game
Wading through that alphabet soup
Trying to fashion words out of neural impulses
Anything that leaves my lips makes little sense
So I'd given up one day
Now I build neon signs to flash over the freeway
But I guess most of us are blind
And I'll die on this bridge
Without my pilfered mind
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
I'm finally starting to realize
What they really mean -- those glassy eyes.
Besides batshit Monday highs
It hurts to come up with a time frame
How long I've been playing this game
Wading through that alphabet soup
Trying to fashion words out of neural impulses
Anything that leaves my lips makes little sense
So I'd given up one day
Now I build neon signs to flash over the freeway
But I guess most of us are blind
And I'll die on this bridge
Without my pilfered mind
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