I stammer through my sentences
Like a stumbling drunkard ***
Holding out his thumb
For a free ride to anywhere but here
But he knows **** well
Ain't no way in hell
Is anyone gonna pick his wasted *** up
So I continue to talk and talk and
He try's to 'walk' and 'walk'
But it looks and sounds like
A sloppy tightrope tip toe or
A precisely timed and
Meticulously planned and controlled fall
Instead of breaking through barriers
My words begin to build walls
That trap and surround me
I can't sense how they're sounding
Until its too late and
The conversation takes place in my memory
I'm brought back to this stutter
An utterly annoying inarticulate attempt at
Conveying what I mean to mean and
How I'm feeling
Are you with me??
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
I stammer through my sentences
Like a stumbling drunkard ***
Holding out his thumb
For a free ride to anywhere but here
But he knows **** well
Ain't no way in hell
Is anyone gonna pick his wasted *** up
So I continue to talk and talk and
He try's to 'walk' and 'walk'
But it looks and sounds like
A sloppy tightrope tip toe or
A precisely timed and
Meticulously planned and controlled fall
Instead of breaking through barriers
My words begin to build walls
That trap and surround me
I can't sense how they're sounding
Until its too late and
The conversation takes place in my memory
I'm brought back to this stutter
An utterly annoying inarticulate attempt at
Conveying what I mean to mean and
How I'm feeling
Are you with me??
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