Sunday, December 25, 2005

like the ticking of a clock

I've tried to suck every drop from this pen
taken the wrong approach to wine
closing in on a faster gait
goodbyes like that'll never get you to heaven
lets meet in the dark for a token fix
thinking about all those miles I didn't drive
please don't turn me away from your door
I won't be thirsty, I've still got the sea
these words are old but these thoughts are new
some weird kinda reflection coming off that gun


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