Thoughts To Martyr
when the lights are dim
and the night looks grim
all i write is sound
and i think i'm better off
better off
twice today
I was in your arms
and i bit my tongue
i'd rather be aloft
yea i think i'm better off
better off
dear city that never sleeps
i often think of you
i wonder how you will keep
when the night sinks into
and if you make it to the days break
no one will really know it's you
another second chance to excel with truth
relaxed like stooping pigeons on the roof
lately i've been dying for a noose
or just a rope in general to hang myself from
day light trickles
but i find it difficult to hold a nickel to my left thumb
in other words
life is simple if you play it as it comes
here lately
i find myself growing more skeptical of people
feelings resemble damaged goods that pose lethal
at the edge of absinthe
and only tear drops touch the needle
i still write
but most of the time i'm like
kind of nice
for tomorrow pushes me gently
it's a rush but it soothes my thoughts
and i'm stronger mentally
when the lights are dim
and the night looks grim
all i write is sound
and i think i'm better off
better off
twice today
I was in your arms
and i bit my tongue
i'd rather be aloft
yea i think i'm better off
better off
so i'll send this letter off
"when all else fails I write"
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