Maybe the moon isn't as full from where you stand tonight across the distance only fools and coyotes know.
Maybe my old vices will do me in as you always said they will.
If it were nothing more than traggic wouldn't that be something just the same.
I never was meant for a vision you see of better days locked within your head.
I told you goodbye that night as the stars were masked by street lights and the pavement gave little cushion for are demise.
Maybe is a word often used in dreams but im far to awake to care for now.
The luck like the bottle around me is often empty.
I never hid behind dark glasses kid .
And I know you will learn to forget with time.
I never was meant for the sunset guess I will simply have to fade with the night instead.
Maybe you will recall me later in life .
Something tells me you can't love a lie no matter its intention.
And nothing understands the truth like the night passed .
Maybe .
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
Maybe the moon isn't as full from where you stand tonight across the distance only fools and coyotes know.
Maybe my old vices will do me in as you always said they will.
If it were nothing more than traggic wouldn't that be something just the same.
I never was meant for a vision you see of better days locked within your head.
I told you goodbye that night as the stars were masked by street lights and the pavement gave little cushion for are demise.
Maybe is a word often used in dreams but im far to awake to care for now.
The luck like the bottle around me is often empty.
I never hid behind dark glasses kid .
And I know you will learn to forget with time.
I never was meant for the sunset guess I will simply have to fade with the night instead.
Maybe you will recall me later in life .
Something tells me you can't love a lie no matter its intention.
And nothing understands the truth like the night passed .
Maybe .
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