As we drag ourselves up
Just to go again
And we hope there will be a moment
We can call our own
For hollow hints and empty threats
But a long time ago I broke...
When I broke my number one rule
Never to break the second two
Now the hours stagger down
As the days march aimlessly
And the nights wander into one
As I wait for a God
To tell me this is not the lot
And you wait for a sign
To interpret what you fucking like
If I could paint the picture
I wouldn’t have to set an alarm
Or plead with a clock
Until I can go home
Staring at calendars, crossing off dates
Praying to digits on a bank’s screen
And I play the part of the imposter and the ironist
It just turns out I am a fucking dick
As I wait for a God
To tell me this is not the lot
And you wait for a sign
To interpret what you fucking like
Now the weeks drag on (and on)
The weekends are another routine
As the years pile on top
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Socks On Records & There Bands/Artists Still Keeps It Peel On Compilation Vol 2 🔥🙆🏻♂️
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