So this is the place I didn’t reach
the other evening
I wonder just how far
behind I am now anyway
I wonder what hides behind
the end of every day
crews of daemons
cleaning up the loose ends
seeing things that
take me back to school days
I’m not such a fool
these days
I’d like to think
but I’m screwing up
committing it to ink
but if you’ll just bear up with me
for another thousand
songs or so
I’ll show you
clear as daylight
where I mean
this thing to go
what
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