You’ve heard what I’ve sung,
You’ve read what I wrote,
But can that get
To the heart of all my hopes?
So I run away, I smoke;
Getting by
With desperate gropes.
And I groan,
and I moan,
but **** just cut the ropes!
And these chains, that maim,
They’re gone, just like smoke,
My skin no longer cut up
Like dandruff
Think soap.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
You’ve heard what I’ve sung,
You’ve read what I wrote,
But can that get
To the heart of all my hopes?
So I run away, I smoke;
Getting by
With desperate gropes.
And I groan,
and I moan,
but **** just cut the ropes!
And these chains, that maim,
They’re gone, just like smoke,
My skin no longer cut up
Like dandruff
Think soap.
