Moss on trunks that faces north
but for myself, I can barely figure out

why 'm I here? What the fuck for?
I'm not making up for lost time or
events are not coming strong. I'm just sitting here as usual
singing my same old songs.

And so I've gain a lot of gace and pose and shit that doesn't seem to shine as well as I've been told. I'm here still alone, not providing or supporting or indeend being of worth.

When what should really matter? Alone forever, and serving as I can, when I can. Thats no use cause you are only obesssed with you... nothing more can you realized.

Truth is you've fit so precious few places comfort and presistance to save the doubt that frames a depression of guilt is waning like the dusk covered in navy-night fall.


So seek a meek and remembrant one, so rare I'll find ice on the sun. One who's straight and worriless, i'll protect you I'll protect you.. if llack of power's what you feel.

Sincere and good and local (for me).

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Do it...

He liked to go fast

Justin I wish you could see me
the color of these pills don't match my mood
and you'd be thrilled you'd be very thrilled
sky and lakes not me in hue

it's been almost a year since you died
your parents and friends were beside themselves,
oh I wish you were here with me now

The early spring sand saving winter's smashed
did you in, you liked to go fast.
your daddy said, "he liked to go fast."
and soon. too soon . too soon.

So we went to the white house surround by woods
with boulder in back and the hoop in front.
Your dad survived the hemorrhage
with long gray hair, blood shot eyes.

I'll never forget the way she cried
your mother clearly knew
on the day you died she gave a way
a part she lent to you