For Your Pleasure

For your pleasure in our present state
Part false, part true like anything
We present ourselves

The words we use tumble
All over your shoulder
Gravel, hard and loose

There, all night lying
With your dark horse hiding
Abhorring such extremes

Youre rubbing shoulders
With the stars at night
Shining so bright

Getting older
But youll wake up soon
And fight

In the morning
The things you worried about
Last night

Will seem lighter
I'll hope things will turn
Out right

Old man
Through every step, a change
You watch me walk away

Tara
Tara
Tara
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