Time consuming thoughts are brewing now,
Leave them stewing,
I know how this pans out
Oh the lulls of this world of sound.
Tiny pulls hold me off the ground.
I don't know lack of focus,
Lack of drive,
The will to know when to forget
Drop all connection,
Mock your direction,
And I can't take being this cold.
Now here we are,
both dealt our cards,
was I wrong to be so bold?
Satisfied when I'm alone and out of circuit
But one can hide for just so long before they're broken.
By the time that I'm through with whatever it is that I'm doing
I'll be onto things that I can't write.
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