Wait Out The Days
when the memory is a blank page / and the teeth in your
mouth are all cliches / you heart is a bag of rocks /
your
soul is a pile of ashes on the sidewalk / there's an eagle
scout project / I used to come to to feel some kind of magic
now a story less - we'll wait out the days
wait out the days / till death comes to claim / anything that
life didn't already take / you can wait out the days
the catch 22s are all catching up with you / they're laying
all over the middle ground / you were walking on to avoid
em and it's too late to turn around / on the corner of Morisson
there's a shop that sells bracelets and little glass ornaments
looking in you can feel the magic and wait out the days
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