that last one's really
all i got for you now
melodies are chanting through my head
at ultimate speed;
i can't quite capture them.
lately i've been going back
to the things i used to run from
in pursuit of something cold
it appears i've lost my muse;
though i cannot bow,
give it a nice "cheers!"
and walk away, no
when all you've left to lose
ain't got no use for old veneers
i'm not quite sure what i'm trying to tell you here,
but it's something screaming loud
i hope someday you'll be able to hear
something so profound
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
that last one's really
all i got for you now
melodies are chanting through my head
at ultimate speed;
i can't quite capture them.
lately i've been going back
to the things i used to run from
in pursuit of something cold
it appears i've lost my muse;
though i cannot bow,
give it a nice "cheers!"
and walk away, no
when all you've left to lose
ain't got no use for old veneers
i'm not quite sure what i'm trying to tell you here,
but it's something screaming loud
i hope someday you'll be able to hear
something so profound
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