so caught off guard. suddenly not OK with things the way they are. more would be good. this isn't
flowery. I wish it was; maybe it would sound better. These choppy sentences are meant to mirror
my manner of thinking. I have this smile tugging at my lips.. and I can't seem to get rid of it.
I don't want to go yet.
"i want to talk to you sitting on the roof of a dugout...
...again and again."
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no poet could make this sound better.
"What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight
It's the price you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack you bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Cause this is f***ed up, f***ed up
Cause this is f***ed up, f***ed up
People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening
And it's f***ed up, f***ed up
And this is f***ed up, f***ed up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't
You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
Cause I'm right here in your arms today
With your fingers you can touch me
I'm your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is f***ed up, f***ed up
You are f***ed up, f***ed up
This is f***ed up, f***ed up
Be your black swan, black swan
I'm for spare parts, broken up"
i really am sorry for that.
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