this time there's really nothing i can do to fix it, maybe it's not broken?
holding these truths to be judged forever-the mark, the string, the skin and the vibration all set and aiming to please. this sister with her hands, and this brother with his knees. the slide is in the pocket and this neighborhood is showing up more then that. our friends aren't here to help, but maybe that's the best help they could give. an old song is also best but sometimes too easy. "how else can we help you?", the brother said, and the sister replied "i don't know." the south is there and always will be. the north is home whether it's friendly or not. something's going to let us know that these are the good days to remember, after children take up our time and take our place. but pride and happiness are always the same distance from our hands.
To see the truth
through this web of lies
close the lids that you fear
to see through fresh eyes
you make me want a wicked twitch
a sleepless nite, a nasty itch
i've never feared, what's in my dreams
this may now be, more complex then it seems
you make me want to break down their lies
pick up that sign; "Fuck Your Freedom Fries"
you make me want
to lose my _______
cut one aspect short
embrace my new ________
But keep in mind it's all a game, none of this matters, nothing up to this point has mattered, so why should this one, or the next one. Just inhale, exhale and it'll all be over.
INHALE
EXHALE
INHALE
EXHALE