* And you can tell that maybe time is out of joy my loveSo this
is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead
sentimentMeasurement across the nothing for no one awaits that
effort to shrugOr maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in
the face of factBlackboard formula waits by the next classwith
the outlines still intact, and I see itAnd I'm still not
sure of the meaning But I'll say it, write it down, and
read it for youNo protective leathery flesh of emotional
chain-mail(No running shoes) no running, no locking doors, no
anger(No e-mail) no voicemail communicational strangulation Or
distortion of purity sentimentNo fantasy of reconciliation or
delusion of no revenge(No bullsh*t) no culture hidden agendas,
no preaching(No pedestal) no standing on the pulpit, no ego, no
new speaker freakish lingo (Here I go...) I haven't loved
many people I grew up afraid that I was crazy And one time when
I was deep inside your body you purredAnd I was sure that you
were gonna have my babyAnd you can tell that maybe time is out
of joy my loveSo this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of
dead sentiment Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits
that effort to shrug And you can tell that maybe time is out of
joy my love So this is maybe just a SOS, shrapnel, an echo of
dead sentiment Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits
that effort to shrug I used to be in love... Everything you said
I took it all to heart And you spurred a change in me Before I
could become a new sun I had to fall apart And I can see that
now And I wish you well Cause you saw what was good in me And
I'll be god damned if I didn't see that myselfAnd
everything you are I know you got to cry Before I could become a
man I had to lose my mind had to lose my mind And I see that now
And I wish you well Cause I see what's good in you And
I'll be god damned if you can?t see that yourself
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