feet on the dashboard
hair locked up in its roots
our jazz on repeat
teeth gritted, all of this freedom
but still I'm committed
to any desire I make an emblem
to any other that has my soul tremblin'
its quite unknown what I behold
with you, him, or most singular, alone
the pretty joy I find
when my soles are evidence of home
and of every abandoned seed
this wind has blown

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I've expected you for sometime
this reoccuring photograph, I've imagined every line
I've wept in this
superficial city, deserted roads
and dusted soles
angel means, and devilish dreams
waiting for someone to take
whats beneath my
broken seams, fragmented
in every way, even in my shortcomings
I've desired for you to lay

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clear skies on the horizon
steady heartbeats risin'
on the verge of success
hoping my soul won't become less
less of a lesson
they say God does the testin'
but hardship on my seas
and the tide aint for the weak
but they sayin God bless the meek
I've been at this spot for a while
tantulus is who I've been for a few miles
Options are limited as long as the
blaze and inebriation aren't inhibited
I'll try and give it my all
but truth in my liquor,I'll stumble and fall
late nights of contemplation and
candles lit, step into my sanction
They say i'm postin' this for him
but everything these men stand for is only a glimpse
critic on alert, but such credit is deserved
thick in the head, I've never let a few words hurt