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Not To Stop and Start Again
Go. No matter how lost in time. These memories are yours and mine. Through no control life's unexpected. Those memories keep us connected. Life has it's share of pleasures and fears. All we can hope is to grow from the tears. You fill the moats, I build sandcastles. As we spin our diamond dust. Hope these dreams still flow abundant. Never to wilt or rust. And you know that I must. So on this train, no station to call. The more rail I pass the more that I fall. And Justin I pray you don’t turn out like me. Not to stop and start again.
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You’ve Danced With A Whore
Reactor. After and after. The fault and fracture. Death by a thousand cuts. Agony. Assault and battery. A caustic tragedy. Served cold and lonely. After all the piss and shit and spilled blood. Don’t tell me it was all for the game of love. There was a time we called each other friends. Those means don’t justify the ends. Disaster. After disaster. You dance in fractions. For bags of gold dust. Lie to me. You cannot lie to me. Nor can you hide. From this cold reality. After all the piss and shit and spilled blood. Don’t tell me it was all for the game of love. There was a time we had each other’s back. Those sentiments have grown black. Whore. At its core. We’re the same. We just have two different names. Whore. At its core. We’re the same. So tell me your war stories. and I promise to accept them all. A steady hand around. To catch you if you fall.
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It's a Drag
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It’s A Drag
My quiet desperation. The turmoil that’s inside. It never settles anything. At your cold bedside We are at a nakedness. Without progressions touch. More than in disheveled. Because it’s too much When I sleep I walk through hell. A whispering of cadence. Burning through my blackened soul. I inhale your wounds. Shook the grave of that god monster. Turned twelve all over again. Had to run up the hill six times. Just to catch the wind. Woke up in this place again. Somewhere that I don’t know. Hit the snooze button two times. But then I have to go. Every breath that I lost from you. I get back through my cigarettes. I could have danced all night on the moon. But the sun just won’t forget. The midnight choir is solitude. And it’s a drag. But it’s all that gets me through. I inhale your everything. And it’s a drag. But it’s all that keeps me sane.
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