| poetry 202 |
[Sep. 29th, 2009|02:59 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nugget - Cake | ] |
I can't take these paper-thin walls
I can't hear your paper-thin voice
Through these mix-matched misgivings you give me
As if this was all my choice
Well I don't know if I've made the right ones
But I've turned out okay
I've closed up the piano box I buried you in
Dug you up one day
I don't need the reminders anymore
Don't need anyone to hit on my door
Telling me to stop procrastinating and start breathing
Start thinking and concentrating
What is concentration but a loaded conscience
Shot to the ceiling of your styrofoam room
And I get a nervous twitch when you come by
I start to ponder all the whys
And where I'm a necessary commodity
And where I'm not
Where I belong and where I want to belong
I'm trying to find the difference
Without regretting the path I take to get to that place
Where I am supposed to find something else |
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