You know its in our most clear moments
We hear the worst news
That's why I'm reluctant to solve the puzzle
even when there is only one piece missing
from a corner
It was so obvious
And I shouldn't care
And maybe I don't that much
I've been devastated before
This isn't even close
It's only a symptom of a much larger cold
one thats been festering and weakening me for so long
that I've been living for years with stuffed nose
and can't remember what a clear head feels like
But the symptoms add up
a Saturday night alone
No money
No job
and a continuous urge to change
If somebody offered me a new life in another state
this would be my farewell letter to everyone
Sure I've heard that you must make your own fortunes
But I don't have the imagination for that
I've been learning songs to sing for somebody
for years
Now all I've got is a guitar with rusty strings
and something to practice when nobody is on AIM
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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