8 Jun

I’m looking for the key to a door
That lets you out your corridor
I want you; come n’ burst my bubble

Oh fuck! My hang-ups. What’s to say
I’m just a monkey in a cage
A soul’t strafes along the lonesome rubble

But whatever future, this is true:
Beauty is truth and both are you
And I’m outta rhymes, (ain’t nothin’ left but ‘stubble’).

Still, last consider’t perchance ’twas Fate
That led me to you Heaven’s Gate
And not the drink n’ anguished search for trouble

Well I told you it was bad man. Don’t bitch at me. 🙂


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