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The night will corrode Our smiles will erode. It's been a long time coming down the track I s'pose. The weather's finally warming but I'm cold, ya know.           And I know--      the season's gonna change. So peel back           the streetlit sky of a Sunday night. Reveals black.           One empty gut, one clouded mind. Got a fistful of pocket lining says I'm right. Wrong way. Left turn. I'll be alright           without you.      I know my way home. One talk at a time, I finally know. Out of words. Out of time. A frown growing slow. The temperatures are turning, turn my back and go           'cuz I know      that you already have. I've always known I would walk out alone. Had to come out swinging for the quick K.O. I hate the ******* heat; you're sick of the snow.           And you know--      My reasons. Your excuse. So peel back           the ******** smiles of a Winter night. Reveals black.           Your toothless mouth, this empty fight. Got a fistful of pocket lining, walk all night. Wrong way. Left turn. I guess I was right           about you.      I know my way home.           Without you      I know my way home.           Without you.
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
Waning Gibbous
The night will corrode Our smiles will erode. It's been a long time coming down the track I s'pose. The weather's finally warming but I'm cold, ya know.           And I know--      the season's gonna change. So peel back           the streetlit sky of a Sunday night. Reveals black.           One empty gut, one clouded mind. Got a fistful of pocket lining says I'm right. Wrong way. Left turn. I'll be alright           without you.      I know my way home. One talk at a time, I finally know. Out of words. Out of time. A frown growing slow. The temperatures are turning, turn my back and go           'cuz I know      that you already have. I've always known I would walk out alone. Had to come out swinging for the quick K.O. I hate the ******* heat; you're sick of the snow.           And you know--      My reasons. Your excuse. So peel back           the ******** smiles of a Winter night. Reveals black.           Your toothless mouth, this empty fight. Got a fistful of pocket lining, walk all night. Wrong way. Left turn. I guess I was right           about you.      I know my way home.           Without you      I know my way home.           Without you.
This one was kinda spat and shoved out there. I dunno, I'm not super stoked on it. 2024 update: I'm actually WAY stoked on this one!
#friends#metaphor#relationships#time#people#night#imagery#season#illusion
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
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