Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Working At It All The Time

"I know you're underneath there,
Waiting on an air supply
To feed your darkest secret
The one that's keeping us alive

You blame me; I don't blame you
We've traded places over time
Anger's only fear gone desperate
That's why I keep an eye on mine


I never know where I should be,
But you tell me answers I just can't believe

I can't believe you
I can't believe you now

33! - I don't feel that old, but,
The calendar can't tell a lie
Equal measures, sweet & vicious
The story I make of my life

I plead "Peace!" then build the bomb back
The second that the treaty's signed
Letting go is an active practice
I'm working at it all the time

You taught me to call worrying work
But that kind of action's a paralysis curse

I can't believe you
I can't believe you now

Back to the door, hands to your head,
You said exactly what you meant
I never thought the end was "The End"
I figured that somehow we'd be back here again

I can't believe you
I can't believe you now"

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