Prayers to the air if your reading, seething
Heart beats skip until life's receding
A cut that won't stop bleeding
Kind of startling
& I'm just starting
Realizing, to release the artist
Invest in margins, between mirages
When words slip from your hot lips
Concern of what your odds is
Wait for the moment the card flips
Sit back and swallow your tongue tricks
Take a quick breath cause the air is brisk
Lofty, low-key, denied point of entry
These are days long gone, memories left me
These are days forlorn 'member who sent me
These are days half-dawned, it's getting hefty
I wax poetic but never quite touch it
I'm doing wrong, but doing so with justice
A couple of free hands, with unknown demands
Richochet off of my dome past the grandstand
That things gone... and the bleachers are barren
The ballgame is on, the populous staring
And it's all over
Aint nobody sober
Aint nobody coming
Aint nobody golden
It's all over.
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