We've all got our vices
and we'll sit around and judge
but when everything breaks down
into small enough pieces
we're all the same

sinners
smokers
drinkers
fakers
liars
players
cowards

its the people who look past your faults
and their own
who are worth the constant struggle of friendship

I know some really good people

And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

I now see it
and feel really bad
and am sorry

Being here,
stuck in this
hot,
muggy,
stagnant air
has really brought me down lately.

I want to be back in Winston.
Not because I hate this town,
because I don't.
But because I feel like I'm stuck,
like I'm not growing.

My feet are stuck in this quickly drying concrete
I just want to run.

Through all this mess
To know where I want to be
Makes every second
of boring
dull and drawn out
summer days
and
tiring, crazy
summer nights
worth it


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whatever
judging is always fun
so go for it

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I'm a
no good
lousy
lung killing
law breaking
heaping mess

I'm a
crazy
rambling
incoherent
artist

I've got
a whole damn lot
to give

But I'm still
not good enough
for you

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