And I forgot the empty promises
so familiar
I forgot the bitter matches evil stares
so peculiar
I forgot the ugly malaise
the illness from within
I forgot how hard I tried
even got sick
Time and time again
I had a momentary weakness
they say Venus is retrograde in Scorpio
so here I am perhaps running back
to places maybe I should not go
And maybe I'll just venture alone
Don't want to rely on prison smiles
Judging and cold
And this running to familiar arms
is bitter and old
But take it for what it is worth
The streets of foreign cities call
After hours pubs, where style and art may crawl
Keep the smiles to a minimum
You're on another road
Keep your smiles for the recognized
the ones who doth behold
This time I'm letting go. I've thrown the pictures away
This time I'm getting old. Letting life get in the way.
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
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