Sunday, January 23, 2011


The world is slowly turning to glass
I'm the weak link at the end of the chain (Luke)
Still asking for that little bit of honesty
Cutting out the faces I see
The ones staring disapprovingly
If I still can hate Eugene,
Then maybe I haven't grown quite yet

We're just never-mades, grounded in self doubt
Spinning round and round
On a never-ending merry-go-bound
In another direction
Breaking all the stained glass up above the failing sky
Raining chunks right between the lines
Of another tell tale lie
Checking out the games you're playing with her mind
Wasting all the days of broken politics
There's a whole wide world out there, Allie
So why are you stuck here with Eugene?

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