I lost the rhythm, dropped the beat, choked the chords.
I think I'm slipping through,
cemented feet, on the corner, of responsibility street,
and romance avenue.
A famine of feats, a loss of belief, what else have you?
never a clue,
what not to do.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
I lost the rhythm, dropped the beat, choked the chords.
I think I'm slipping through,
cemented feet, on the corner, of responsibility street,
and romance avenue.
A famine of feats, a loss of belief, what else have you?
never a clue,
what not to do.
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