as_we_learn
06/16/07, 01:46 PM
Ok this is the only the thing I've been able to write that I thought was alright. Everything else is just really bad so yeah. Here you go hope you guys enjoy it.
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My friend here's a ring that will wrap around your conscience.
Withit will come a new tasteful satisfaction,
but the result will render me useless.
Half of me will fade along with the insecurities
that will stay in this town for a new teenage sin.
Suburban sleep isn't helping this city state of mind.
While the neighborhood's street signs report their decline
towards my decision on this cross road blues
that I've been humming along smoothly paved curbs.
Here's another lesson learned on the enlightened sidewalk.
A sweet tender glow radiates off the fresh concrete.
Will spilled confidence begin to run towards sewer lines
or into our tantalized stubborn minds.
Suburban sleep isn't helping this city state of mind.
While the neighborhood's street signs report their decline
towards my decision on this cross road blues
that I've been humming along smoothly paved curbs.
Well now it's time to reach the parking lot.
Where we have grown tired of our stale love life.
The routine that held us up against a car
will soon let us burn out until we fall.
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My friend here's a ring that will wrap around your conscience.
Withit will come a new tasteful satisfaction,
but the result will render me useless.
Half of me will fade along with the insecurities
that will stay in this town for a new teenage sin.
Suburban sleep isn't helping this city state of mind.
While the neighborhood's street signs report their decline
towards my decision on this cross road blues
that I've been humming along smoothly paved curbs.
Here's another lesson learned on the enlightened sidewalk.
A sweet tender glow radiates off the fresh concrete.
Will spilled confidence begin to run towards sewer lines
or into our tantalized stubborn minds.
Suburban sleep isn't helping this city state of mind.
While the neighborhood's street signs report their decline
towards my decision on this cross road blues
that I've been humming along smoothly paved curbs.
Well now it's time to reach the parking lot.
Where we have grown tired of our stale love life.
The routine that held us up against a car
will soon let us burn out until we fall.