we dashed our hopes, we smoked our dreams
we collaborated with our saboteurs
while the shots were still echoing
we tried to hide our tired eyes
with wired silent sighs
that were a final long goodbye
before our minds even recognized
too slow to get up on this rhythm
pulling pins down nicely
while shooting barrel fishes
and the polite, smiling, trusting
are the worst ones to grow up with
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
we dashed our hopes, we smoked our dreams
we collaborated with our saboteurs
while the shots were still echoing
we tried to hide our tired eyes
with wired silent sighs
that were a final long goodbye
before our minds even recognized
too slow to get up on this rhythm
pulling pins down nicely
while shooting barrel fishes
and the polite, smiling, trusting
are the worst ones to grow up with
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