Words from the silver tongue, a silky trap for ears and unwary travelers in the night. I know you’re up to something.
Take a stick and beat away the net. The leaves fall, and we wonder what specter waits in the nippy cold.
You sip your cigarette; I sip my pride. You want acceptance; I want answers. Is this really the disconnect?
To wonder what unconditional love is. I took bolt cutters and callously broke the chains. Chasing the rush, I continue to break my body.
Every time I grab the light, it vanishes on me. Damn you, will-o-wisp! Are you ever tangible? Am I just a cat hunting the red dot on the wall?
If anything was ever real, it’s the connection. I’m not alone in this room. The moon bathes me in serene solitude tonight, but I don’t think I’m alone.
Take a stick and beat away the net. The leaves fall, and we wonder what specter waits in the nippy cold.
You sip your cigarette; I sip my pride. You want acceptance; I want answers. Is this really the disconnect?
To wonder what unconditional love is. I took bolt cutters and callously broke the chains. Chasing the rush, I continue to break my body.
Every time I grab the light, it vanishes on me. Damn you, will-o-wisp! Are you ever tangible? Am I just a cat hunting the red dot on the wall?
If anything was ever real, it’s the connection. I’m not alone in this room. The moon bathes me in serene solitude tonight, but I don’t think I’m alone.
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