Stumble across the traces of
someone else’s good intentions
think I’ll skip a week if you don’t mind
apply for more extensions
I kept on expecting for
the hammer to come down
well when it was I guess I’ll
be the one to wear the dunce’s crown
I should learn to write a chorus
brush up on my stale guitar
never enough time or money
that cliché won’t get me far
but if I had to guess
I’d bet on this one not ending as much
with four fifths of the journey left to slog
I hope I haven’t lost my touch
what
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