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We Love You Kyle Hollis! Stay Spicy!
My life is playing out on the movie screen
And I'm watching from the front row
Trying not to scream
Holding back tears
and trying not to hydraulic press my grinding teeth
into my plato gums while cowering
What good is inspiration
If you know it's just gonna fade into oblivion?
I must be watching in 3-D
‘cause the overwhelming grief jumped out at me!
So badass to say "I'm taking this to the grave!"
But all you had was a tissue in hand
And one marvelously disappointing revenge plan
And that makes two things that won't see the light of day anymore
Were you leading the prayer
Or was it your anger?
Were you shoveling the dirt,
Or were your fingers, but as a sacrifice counter?
Trying not to fracture but you're made of broken porcelain and promises
My biggest letdown;
Only seeing the cracks once I already caved in
Sagacious ships seldom cross the finish line
When all they're seeing are reflections and mercurial skylines
It's not a party until the limo arrives
And I made a promise to never be late,
But it’s not a party if everyone shows up on time
I might have manufactured this resistance
But I'm no engineer
I follow trails to find own adaptive ways
To rebuild, relive, and reprogram
You're crashing but you're not a sedan
More like a train that's gone off the rails
Or a aquaphobe that's gone off the deep end
You’re crashing but you’re no heart rate monitor
Here’s to our unspoken oaths of hoping we’re on the same page,
Let alone the same chapter
Pests at every gutter bend, but best friends until we get girlfriends
I only want to ease your capricious mind
Lets rebuild, reapproach, and definitely reprogram
Copyright ©
Matthew Bailey
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