| i don't know me and you don't know you
so we fit so good together
'cause i knew you like i knew myself
we clung on like barnacles on a boat
even though the ship sinks you know you can't let go
i was talking like two hands knocking
yelling 'let me in, let me in, please come out.'
black glass, dirt-based soap,
tell yourself what you know.
my friends, oh my friends,
bury your head i'll help you bury your hands.
hard hit, hard to miss, problems are what a problem is. |
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| I smashed a camera
I wanna know why
To my eye, deciding
which lies i have been hiding
Which echoes belong
I'm counting on
a heart I know by heart
to walk me through this war
Memories distort
Phone my family, tell them I'm lost
on the sidewalk
and, no, it's not OK |
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| "What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?" |
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| dangle off these branches
drenched in pain by our determined grip
the burns beat open flesh
start bleeding.
tiny grasps through tenderness
our hands are babies' skin
so prone to mother's lashes
our blood drips slowly
screaming life.
a small slip and off we go
into the endless dark abyss
trying to shield the coming unkown,
we close our eyes
to everything
and soon enough
we are found, blinded
a pillow of protection
catches us
carries us
back to mother's arms.
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| The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep. |
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