Welcome, welcome
Father and son
To alcoholics anonymous
And God bless us,
Everyone
There's little sincerity here
And I can't help but wonder
If that's what should be intended
Lost in a flurry of emotion
And misdirection
Turn feelings into anger
Set on high for 3 min.
Let stir
No one said this would be easy
And no one said this would be easy
And no one said this would be easy
And broken records repeat
Like a stutter
Mind open
No shutter
Attach words to feelings
Spread them on my brain
Butter
God help me to Love
For I know not what I do
And I do what I know too well
And in doing I forget
That there's meaning behind
Doing
And Spirit behind good
And evil behind bad
And maliciousness in thoughts
Sometimes
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
Welcome, welcome
Father and son
To alcoholics anonymous
And God bless us,
Everyone
There's little sincerity here
And I can't help but wonder
If that's what should be intended
Lost in a flurry of emotion
And misdirection
Turn feelings into anger
Set on high for 3 min.
Let stir
No one said this would be easy
And no one said this would be easy
And no one said this would be easy
And broken records repeat
Like a stutter
Mind open
No shutter
Attach words to feelings
Spread them on my brain
Butter
God help me to Love
For I know not what I do
And I do what I know too well
And in doing I forget
That there's meaning behind
Doing
And Spirit behind good
And evil behind bad
And maliciousness in thoughts
Sometimes
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