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By distant moon Date: 2008 Aug 24 Comment on this Work [[2008.08.24.20.21.24880]] |
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In times when I'm just a desperate heart attack waiting in the wings for the right moment Christ Almighty, let me live and I'm begging for your hand again but it's just an average attempt and I'm pulling more than my fair share you've got your fingers in my hair and I'm playing right into your hand and I don't mind don't understand anything. Not even you. No, not even you. On days when I'm barely alive again in the devil's sights and I'm shaking like a leaf on a tree this isn't anything like me but you'll hold my hand and I'll hold your heart and we'll talk all night and that's when it starts to sink in... that I don't understand anything at all, not even you and not even me. But why oh why am I so anxious to see what happens here? It's like almost Christmas time and the present's you and me and the tag on the box says you'll just have to wait and see. |