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spin a disc

certain things have seemed a bit absent lately  
the sun  
fresh fruit  
full vials  
cement gets softer  
the more you put your cheek to it  
double down  
the ghost tries to touch face  
when eyes are closed  
she can stay stationary longer then i can stare  
 
it's quiet  
 
too quiet  
 
i don't care just play something  
 
never understood static  
it's constantly moving on television  
notebooks full  
no gas in the truck  
gotta have a bigger beard  
drink  
and desire to quit  
than ego  
 
no serenity in silence  
 
you are gonna love my sober apparition  
 
i don't care just play something  
 
gotta know it's almost over  
put the speakers back in the box  
vomit more places then most people know exist  
trumpets on the west bank  
got a clue  
what ever happened to krist novoselic  
the concept of love  
and perfect timing  
over icing vodka cran  
is so fucking selfish  
 
i don't care just fucking play something  

here's a couple quarters
 
it's classic  
trying to be cool by getting over  
don't think i don't remember  
if you wanna be a gangsta x 10  
admit you are a shitty person  
if it's an accident  
say you are sorry  
simple guidelines to screaming innocence  
 
 
i don't really care just play something  
 
she likes sweets  
violence in the honor of her vagina  
i die in effigy  
just so she will shut the fuck up  
it's closer to the skies  
than i have ever been  
so sexy with a scarred chest  
 
sometimes 2:30 feels good
Written by johnrot
Published | Edited 22nd Apr 2014
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