Parts of a hole.

Pt. I

I love this one. I love this song.
Stories of new, Tales of old.
By my side, not too close by fear.
There's issues lying between each line.
I can taste what you are thinking.
Borrowed words. Five dollar ways.

Pt. II

Nostalgia, eat away.
A bird, a goose, no it's a tree.
Fought back eternally.
Life, a 900 meter dash.
Pace yourself, slow down.
Reality is subject to change.
Subject matter isolate.
It's not too late.

New wave form

Rain ribbons fall.
The dam's collapse.
Not trying to stall but fast time elapses.
A fiddle whistle breaks the silence and carries me to a new wave form.
New questions. New words. New thoughts.
Collapse the old, let the waves carry them under.

Never look up

I keep looking up but all I see is the ground.
Left...Right...All I see is you.
We are all basically alone.
Terminal beeps.
Scattered bones, pick em up and roll em again.
This destiny has a vice grip. Oh! shit...
I'm laying in the yard, so fugged up.
Never look up...

Enter the trees. Scratches. Thorns. Rumble Tumble.
Search for days for that tight feeling.
You'll never get back. Miles away.
Damn Distance.
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