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Tonight, let’s take God hostage throw Him in the backseat have Him show us around town We're "those kids" spending our afternoons learning how to do handstands on nail beds The ones that foresee failure and live in the moment Sit on street corners and barter for advice Let's treat this world as an etch-a-sketch For we are nothing more than flecks of aluminum looking for a physical reaction More like soul mates than friends If you fused us all together you might have one functioning addition to society Making wishes at 11:11 Looking for beauty in air, We breathe out to give inspiration to sonnets Dreaming of switchblades and palm trees, we sit next to the fire Our feet shoved in embers, burning off the memories of passing Decembers We pass a flask of whiskey and daydreams Keeping our mouths sealed tight around the top
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Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 2:37 AM UTC
oh brother, where art thou?
Tonight, let’s take God hostage throw Him in the backseat have Him show us around town We're "those kids" spending our afternoons learning how to do handstands on nail beds The ones that foresee failure and live in the moment Sit on street corners and barter for advice Let's treat this world as an etch-a-sketch For we are nothing more than flecks of aluminum looking for a physical reaction More like soul mates than friends If you fused us all together you might have one functioning addition to society Making wishes at 11:11 Looking for beauty in air, We breathe out to give inspiration to sonnets Dreaming of switchblades and palm trees, we sit next to the fire Our feet shoved in embers, burning off the memories of passing Decembers We pass a flask of whiskey and daydreams Keeping our mouths sealed tight around the top
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Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 2:37 AM UTC
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