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Jesus Baby
Contributed by
Marrs
on
Wednesday, 25th April 2012 @ 10:48:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Why do you do this to yourself?
You know what lies down that road,
you know what you'll see if you go there
and still you wander, looking serepticiously;
is it to beat yourself up, or force yourself to hate?
Cause both organs know you can't. . .
Honestly I ask you, whats your problem
I want to know, so to prescribe a cure
Maybe in truth, I wanted to be just like you
With your fearless walking like this attitude on the crookedest of streets
or at least thats how they seemed
Its how I remember, and unlike you, I remember every little thing
I guess I didn't have enough drink in my coffee
You could make anyone do anything
I terribly miss who you used to be to me- maybe that's it
Dammit here I go again, changing the story to fit the next season
You left this place behind, this place of lost love you came back to
wide open spaces and ignorance, the abundance we have where we're from
I wanted the confidence you gave me to type out an entire rambling thesis
Because higher power knows, I have got some words to spill
And here I deter, once more
Perhaps to the West I go, cause if I defy gravity in those skies I would be
or to the East, nearby dreams and practical witchcraft instead
Either way, I want to live in a city by the sea
My sign says I love water, and I do not, but this country is tiny
Its so miniscule and with more space, perhaps comes more air
and I am certain all this is because there's not near enough oxygen
My brain is deflating at this point, and what more is there
It never makes more sense than the time before
and though I have tried to give it reason, Soren tried to tell me
but damn him and his leaps of faith, that leaves me splashing in the rain
like when she met you, bumming smokes and I feel the need
I cling to almost anything
Nobody can understand what am I explaining, because I guess it isn't true
As many times as I have said "I don't know" in soft, bewildered tones
As often as I have begin to clarify, only to end by saying I have no idea
Maybe its time to realize, you were no different
And that mister hurts the absolute worst, at least . . . I think.
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Marrs
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2012-04-25 22:48:55] (Date/Time posted on
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