And next: progress, twist, turn, digress Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, never rest I missed the rest as you might suspect And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame Im sorry that sometimes Im so lame Im sorry that sometimes Im a deadbeat friend The worry makes me scurry into my own head With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets Sentimental obstacles; of course its me not them
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 12:12:33 +0000
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