Thursday, August 07, 2008

memoirs of an intangable man

i'd be lying if i said i didnt scour old haunts
for a glimpse of a ghost from a time well wasted
still i'm lying when i say that i've had better
one tuesday a thousand miles west of the middle

take it darling
im not a good man
take it easy
and get all that you can
look for flashes
of almost concern
in the fog the eyes always decieve

so watch it lick the night sky
watch them build over memories
i'll not be the one to regret little things
build a wall
and i'll spray paint my name in the cracks
im not a good man
but im damn good at it

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