it goes away
and the stain is real... and nothing is perfect so nobody lies....
you might remember to forget, but then you'd have to remember you can't recall... in the slightest
you leave your fingerprints on mars
it does you harm, and that's the atom in the soup of your ridiculous life !
god is that Guy who panicked
and shot you in
the head
and These
are the tender mercies... and nothing is real so perfection lies...
you might keep the skin of your shadow
but know one
that absolutely no one
gets out a
Life.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
it goes away
and the stain is real... and nothing is perfect so nobody lies....
you might remember to forget, but then you'd have to remember you can't recall... in the slightest
you leave your fingerprints on mars
it does you harm, and that's the atom in the soup of your ridiculous life !
god is that Guy who panicked
and shot you in
the head
and These
are the tender mercies... and nothing is real so perfection lies...
you might keep the skin of your shadow
but know one
that absolutely no one
gets out a
Life.
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