Perfectly Imperfect: November 2008

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I should be tending to the horses who intend to cart my joy.
From now until forever, I'm just a lowly unstable boy.
I'm a failure on a journey but my strength is gathering.
It's only fair that I'll make it there, yea I'm on my way to mattering.

But all the way, on the way, i couldn't contain my fear.
My lips only look rosey cause my skin looks so white in here.
Shred up my fingers on this bottle cap that won't twist off.
Aching for the syrup that could cure me of this hacking cough.

Ask me how i'm feeling and I'll say I'm ok.
Though my mind is wreathing can't think of anything better to say.

Is that what you get for running a yellow light?
A fistful of regret and a fix that doesn't last.
I'm a super califragile piece of fucked up alla i need a spoon full of something fast.

Perfectly Imperfect

Sunday, November 9, 2008

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