Awaken these old bones, remember who you've been
There's love, pain, poems to taste, to greet and dismiss
She says she knows I call them 'songs'
I know she calls them 'dregs'
And we can't go on for long,
as these lungs will not grow legs.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Awaken these old bones, remember who you've been
There's love, pain, poems to taste, to greet and dismiss
She says she knows I call them 'songs'
I know she calls them 'dregs'
And we can't go on for long,
as these lungs will not grow legs.
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