Pour-pour-pour
until my memory flows
black with the silence
where nobody goes.
Just give me more-more-more
and no I don’t wanna talk
I don’t wanna turn back
like these hands on the clock.
There’s always something else
another book on the shelf
it’s either fact or fiction
neither one’s any help.
Cause really I’d rather not
and I can’t bear the thought
all these wheels turning
but mine never shut off.
They say to walk the walk
if you’re gonna talk
always hateful and violent
beauty pinned in a box.
They were such delicate wings
see that sweet little thing
that you nurse like a virus
that could never be me.
So I just pour-pour-pour
and I quit asking what for
everything for a reason
not all reason makes sense.
If I’m half truth and fake
how much more would it take
to convince you I’m bad news
I’m your biggest mistake.
So give me more-more-more
things eventually bore
and all this method acting’s
become more like a chore.
See there’s this figure eight
I’m ruled and can’t escape
like the number thirteen
I see all over the place.
I’ve learned it’s better to walk
for miles— comfort —in thought
leaving alone the people
happier when you’re not,
around like a clown
bringing everyone down
I’m not bitter I’m better
glad to sit this one out.
So just go-go-go
go-go-go-go-go
go-go-go-go-go-go-go
go-go-go-go-go.
Your English is terrible, sorry but I don’t care. Either that or you are a bot!
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maybe I got it all wrong… sorry….
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