mystical dreams wrapped in in late november days
i think i even forgot your birthday
everyone's uncomfortable shifting in their shoes
watching the walls pretending the cocks are still posted
here and there
premonition coming true?
half way and almost
i say it and it appears
dream it and it creates it's self
maybe i saw this coming... secrets i'll be telling you tomorrow
do you love the person i started out as of the person i'm becoming?
train stations early in the morning
she's got a ticket to ride
mash potatoes, cinnamon, the way you looked up at me
blushing next to the cuff links
was that not even a year again
your missing the point
this is not a temper tantrum
it's a stand
strands of time spilling out of the hour glass
harder to play good cop bad cop now that we're all
grow up
some of us bitter some of us glow
i want 'in my life' to be true
can't bring myself to my knees
humble at your throne
rather sit next to you
never letting the canary free from my lips
bi polar bouncing thro hate and love letters
getting all mixed up in you
and you and you and you
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