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And the dreams float past but I let 'em
Christmas is past and it's not snowing here already just rain but no spring appears time for resolution's past and nothing's changed I made myself promises
and there's no money in the bank and there's things to do but I can't seem to get myself to do 'em and I know when I look back in the spring, I'll see all that time that I waste See all that empty space Why didn't I?
Puttin' on my January Denim, denim, denim The thoughts slip through my fingers and I let 'em, let 'em, let 'em would wear sweatpants but that seems a bit too self-indulgent for someone as indolent as I am In these moments Could be getting up and helpin' Someone But today's about stayin' in even if I go out stayin' within myself And I peruse the bookshelf running my hands anxiously over my thighs, I sigh clutching madly at my January Denim.
Splinters & Shards
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He's getting married today I hate you, I hate you I'm sure she loves mountains I'm sure she has clear skin I'm sure she hasn't had her heart broken before because he likes them with low self-esteem, and naïve and pure
I hate her, I hate her
I wrote a story down and tore a chair apart with hands and hammers and screwdrivers and sanders everything in the garage is splinters and shards, it's just splinters and shards.
He's getting married today and I hate him because he stole my story, hijacked the car and ran it astray more of a warning allegory no fairy tale here and I hate her Because I love mountains And he said my skin looks like pencil holes I still hear him say that when I brush my teeth and look And because I had self-esteem And I'm not naïve and pure not anymore He stole things, not his but he took And I can work really hard But I can't get them back, so I wrote a story down and tore a chair apart with hands and hammers and screwdrivers and sanders everything in the garage is splinters and shards, it's just splinters and shards.
