From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the stains
Of a junkyard sale
I鎶� wondering if it鎶� not just youth鍘僶u know?
Old woes won鎶� waste a conversation.
If only you could see my narrow throne鎶� got a view to everything.
You won鎶� win to bind a heart that鎶� found belief,
Hope doesn鎶� disappoint it only dreams.
So take your take your time,
Gaze while the air streaks by the static,
Doesn鎶� make much sense with your back to expectation.
This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me.
Regrets misplaced in time won鎶� hope to choke ambition now,
And for all you know, friend you can鎶� afford to miss the ratio.
These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop raids
And these dedication songs,
Just hold the meantime for something more.
Through all this time did you really think I鎶� let you run my aspirations dry?
Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light.
Friends shouldn鎶� have to wage these wars, so let鎶� stop here.
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