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Mind as well waste this ink before it’s dry Mind as well do something worthwhile While wasting all this time Mind as well if I can’t forget, And got too much weighing down my mind. Mind as well write it out, Mind as well try, right? Mind as well get it all out. Always […]
Gonna make you all proud before I hit the pavement. Gonna leave a mark, make some kind of statement. Gonna make some change, help better our failing nation. Gonna keep breathing, slowly, when I’m anxious. Gonna sort this out, just takes some rearranging.
Do you remember? That unusually warm December? Global warming inching, threatening to end it? Can’t run or hide from the truth inside Not when it’s this nice outside We’re alive for what it’s worth Mind as well enjoy our ticking time on this fading Earth
Still drunk and foolish Knowing each sips leads to thoughts more barren and fruitless Liquor therapy, dare I say, is, so useless I use it for this, For those words, The ones that just hang from my lips. So much better spoken through these here fingertips. Verbally witless, It’s easy to witness, Even gets easier […]
Can’t claim you Fuck, you know that I’d love to Somehow need to thank you For being such an angel Liking me for me, the way it should be Worried that you’ll be fleeing But it’s yet to been seen Stay with me and keep pretending Evening after evening Like this is never-ending Want your […]
Take a trip, get away Do it with your mental Escape it with your brain You can leave, today Feel freer, for cheaper No need to pay for a plane Unleashing your soul on the page Can do just the same
What a change in America, The Nation fueled by terror. Who should we really be scared of? Patriots blindly trusted domestic policies, Like rules from their parents. Wiki-leak it, make it apparent. They don’t care about us, We see it now, it’s clear enough.
Been some time between us. The thing that makes me lose all fucking control. Swear, this ink is a damn drug. A therapist. A love. A future. An enemy. A career. All in one. How could one strike it so damn lucky? One fucking stone, and it feels like I’ve got this whole flock. Stoned. […]