Thursday, July 29, 2010

Vacant Beds

I'm so good at talking shit

Heart attack

But I'm the apple of your eye anyway

Oh, we're so controversial

You admit to the truth

I am the best at what I do

Between my tongue and your heart

No grace

I'll keep it in check

But you're bursting through the seams

I fly so high

Don't touch me now

Save yourself from hope and disappointment

Boy, you have everything you need

Give yourself over to time

Give yourself over to decay

Arguments

Objections

I wake up to dream with the brave

The defiant

My self motivation?

It's here

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