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Every Now and Again


Maybe I've been moving too fast

Put a black sheet over my past

Can't see it

Fighting demons in a quiet space for a season

Cold blood warrior I guess I'm anemic

And they murder me for treason I betrayed them with my reason

Packed up moved away the whole town leaving

Everybody left but I came back sober

Late nights 

Long flights

Vagabond's closer to my home now

Never ever thought I would go down

Sleeping in the light

Draw the blinds tight

Overbite 

But in hindsight

I guess I could never really hold a candle to my fright

And expose it for the fake that it is

Fear constricting the kid

And I never really did it for the claps and the cheers

It's just really for my sanity 

It snapped through the years

But every now and again I find some peace

Sunshine blinding me

Brighten up my iris

Tick Tock Tick Tock be quiet

I need silence

Hush

No one ever call me on my life

Sometimes I move fast

Cause too I'm anxious 

And sometimes I sit stagnant

Balling up papers

 

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