You'll get it right sometime, you will. I tell myself that every day. You don't need to latch on. To anything, you'll just end up back here. . In your little limbo scene.
streamlined with all the fear behind me. slingshot me left it all and shot straight out alive. to find my way through deceptions sung to me blinders. mass produced for free.
i will forgive but i won't forget. i will not confirm living strains. we were locked we had a lot; at times we'd say we had it all. three summers strong three summers gone.
Take it away, I've had enough. And I should've known better. I should've known better. Take it away, my head is low. Like a burning lantern. I should've known better.
So, I guess by now, You're already cool.. Nothing like earlier today,. when I thought that all the things. that you had said.... You just got carried away..
This is not a model fit for any mold. The twisted, old, and bitter tongues are reckless just as they are cold. Dwelling on the dying is wet fingers to the flame.
I get deflated thinking about this now. but i've got got so far away. from where I thought I would be. and this town with it's burning air. and downpour everyday is weighing hard on me..