The keyboard needs my fingers but I'm in need of these words a little more. Cutting days short because there are dreams that I need to have. Cutting nights short because there are days that I need to live.
Hallways and stair cases. Scenes for things to regret. It's way too late tonight to be locked inside myself. Lately free time becomes borrowed time.. becomes I don't have enough of it anyway.
There's a VIP line across my wrist to get into the club. A type of backstage pass to how this feels. A life where the girls wear venus fly trap smiles and the boys wring their necks out to dry. Sometimes a forewarning can become the halo over your head. But I'm more the pitchfork and red cape kind of guy. I'm a foul ball through the windshield of a parked car. Hit and run baby. Hit and run.
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