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Dabbling in pills and accidents

Although I’m on hydro’s

Its not enough to pick me up and

Lay me on the pavement like

Your warm arms used to

 

After all I’ve drivin’ miles upon miles

Halfway with my eyes closed because I dream

Of that exact moment most often

 

I run a marathon like that finish line

Is laying on a bed with you

Please, return the favor

By waiting

 

Giving prayer a purpose

I believe that God has the power

To make your arms surround me again

 

I want the road to twist

And even with a seat belt

Break right through the glass

Breathing is a wreck

For this brief moment suspended

In the air; due to how fast I was traveling and gravity

This feels like flying

It scares me that I could beat my wings

Although it’s already too late

You’ve taken what’s left of the hydro’s

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joey-zimmerman
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Dec 28, 2010
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