wow she says with such conviction
i'm really mourning the death of my friends
not some fancy of the years gone by
or a taste of a flavor gone stale
but an image of a life with people you once knew
someone who can shake your tale, a story, no fairy
i'm not going banish you from my country
nor hide from you at the state capitol
i just never expected people to change
or perhaps stay the same and expect you to
listen
to what they still think of you
your explanations have gone dry
like a white wine or vodka collins
you'll never drink
just sitting there
waiting for you to blow
waiting for you to blow
wow she says, these lessons we learn
she's been expecting you
to cower
funny how that is
but still keep them around
still leave them in waiting
for everyone has their life to live
and at the end of the day
no one is thinking about you
except how you can benefit them
fit into their portrait
never reeling behind their words
like you do
so let it go
at the end of the day
they're just words anyway
Friday, July 07, 2006
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