It's the monsters,
It's the Marijuana,
It's the parking tickets and late night dramas,
Played on repeat for the boring wearing Prada.
It's nirvana,
It's namaste,
It's in the way we make power plays through out a difficult day.
Now so awake when we lay.
In diphenhydramine dreams we cope with bug bites and bee stings.
When sleep brings the OTP of your slice of life creation.
Go to work.
Perform your job.
Force some courteous vocalization.
Talk about nations collapsing and pocket relations.
Boast about being the forefront generation.
With your "bravery" and beauty.
Stunted solicitation of a rising population.
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So we sleep with one eye leaking;
Feet that feel retreat cwhen they start leaping.
Now the all consuming question left is
"Am I only dreaming?"
Believing in those common lives,
Relieving when we tell ourselves we're doing fine while buttons stuck to rewind.
Nevermind.
Just now thought to mention previous pretension in the form of weak metaphors and Sunday stall confession.
No nonsense,
No need for condescension.
Just thought they were all a crock of rot and you were right.
Always right.
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Words are just pictures that require a different eye to see.
And so we swap our perfect thoughts for those like
"Let it be."
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Wasting space,
Or making waste,
Or saving grace for saving face.
Always finding evidence congruent with a cold case.
It's always over.
It's always locks broken by the only key holder.
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It was a long way down.
A long way down to the bottom,
The brink with a bottle and the loneliness you keep.
The wound is rather deep.
It was a long way down.
A long way down to the piano stool,
Where I wrote a song to name it after you.
The blood began to pool,
And the loneliness was rising in the pistols that we drew.
I'd always been a blatant fool.
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Said I was gonna write.
Never thought I'd have to tell myself to write.
Alright.
I've got some paper,
Now, save the feeling sorry for later.
Create a fancy line of words that mouths are meant to savor.
Now lay it down here.
Or something.
There's always something,
Even if it's just the must be's and the nothing's.
