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Where does it go The descent is never slow The best years of my life Rope burning my hands like the string of a kite As the wind whips it away I can’t tell if it’s trying to play Or if there’s something it’s trying to say Will I miss this day when my hair turns grey Now I’m choking on my spit ‘Cause I wouldn’t take the bit And my skin it does not fit Even tender caresses rub raw like grit When the sun rises I’ll smoke my last cigarette And I’ll bite where you kissed me to try and forget That it all falls down Now I’m drinking in the sound Of the dust as it gently makes love to the ground, It used to be our home But now I’m free to roam Back to the ocean who’s always alone Where the tide will dissolve me back into seafoam Right where I started a neat palindrome There’ll be nothing to bury in no catacomb I’ll be everywhere I’m the answer to my own prayers So I’ll fix on the mirror a far away stare And say nobody promised that this would be fair So I’ll kiss where you bit me to soothe my despair Oh my honeybear
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 5:28 AM UTC
Honeybear
Where does it go The descent is never slow The best years of my life Rope burning my hands like the string of a kite As the wind whips it away I can’t tell if it’s trying to play Or if there’s something it’s trying to say Will I miss this day when my hair turns grey Now I’m choking on my spit ‘Cause I wouldn’t take the bit And my skin it does not fit Even tender caresses rub raw like grit When the sun rises I’ll smoke my last cigarette And I’ll bite where you kissed me to try and forget That it all falls down Now I’m drinking in the sound Of the dust as it gently makes love to the ground, It used to be our home But now I’m free to roam Back to the ocean who’s always alone Where the tide will dissolve me back into seafoam Right where I started a neat palindrome There’ll be nothing to bury in no catacomb I’ll be everywhere I’m the answer to my own prayers So I’ll fix on the mirror a far away stare And say nobody promised that this would be fair So I’ll kiss where you bit me to soothe my despair Oh my honeybear
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 5:28 AM UTC
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