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



I wake up to dream with the brave

The defiant

My self motivation?

It's here

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