My mother only had one son
But it ain’t enough
I’ve paid all my dues
It ain’t enough
Oh no
Rolling on to ruin
Gluing quarters to the roof
Make a dollar, it’s the rule
Used as a man, seen as a boy
This is all
Am I moving too slowly?
Does anything move?
Roaming over love until noon
Rapid rivers look brand new
Licking scabbed wounds
Overlook my truancy
As if you’ve never known
Looking for nonexistent proof
Looking over cratered moons
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
My mother only had one son
But it ain’t enough
I’ve paid all my dues
It ain’t enough
Oh no
Rolling on to ruin
Gluing quarters to the roof
Make a dollar, it’s the rule
Used as a man, seen as a boy
This is all
Am I moving too slowly?
Does anything move?
Roaming over love until noon
Rapid rivers look brand new
Licking scabbed wounds
Overlook my truancy
As if you’ve never known
Looking for nonexistent proof
Looking over cratered moons
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