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nd did i mention that there are still days
where i can hardly lift my up from the pillow
or looking out the of the plane
for disaster
sometimes i run out of reasons
but the clock keeps ticking and the minutes keep
and all i can do is rise to slaughter the
let the air out of these
killing
staring corners or at strands of her hair
waiting for the call that me where to next
wishing i could trade these stupid
for hollow shells
before every move that I equals check-mate
did i just say
this is not for her
no matter what ie or longed for
or that her name still moves these walls
in this pen
(ie promises)
this song is for Buk, for rane, for Wes, and for
who keep their barrels and ready
the few that I would trade ten days to spend one hour
like a ruby at the bottom of the sea
beautiful like the in the kittens jaw