In chewing on hypocrisy I've masticated truth
Yet I expect my tendencies to take me somewhere new
I'll stay a while and reconcile the world unto myself
Then claim the fate that I have lost to be my source of wealth
But what I gather with my hands collects upon my back
Exceeds the weight that I can bear for all the things I lack
I'm tacit, blue and out of breath, I lay my body down
And use the covers on my eyes to take me from this town
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
In chewing on hypocrisy I've masticated truth
Yet I expect my tendencies to take me somewhere new
I'll stay a while and reconcile the world unto myself
Then claim the fate that I have lost to be my source of wealth
But what I gather with my hands collects upon my back
Exceeds the weight that I can bear for all the things I lack
I'm tacit, blue and out of breath, I lay my body down
And use the covers on my eyes to take me from this town
title taken from lyrics of The Dear Hunter's "Lost but not all gone"
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