words ever flowing/pieces of me
September October
Distant shadows are just yesterday to me
i remember what was
I hope I can change those ways
and portray something real and new
but you never knew
and you might never
know
if I cannot spill these guts for
future
centuries
about how I made myself bleed
and the drugs that satisfied me
how we should hold sacred what is us
and lean away from something to
lean on
be the one with the rags on that dont matter
and the wounds that can heal
never soak the words of liars
and their freedom spills
none are freed
unless
there is nothing you need
so sway away, and say goodbye
Jason Lammons
Copyright ©2005 Jason Lammons
i remember what was
I hope I can change those ways
and portray something real and new
but you never knew
and you might never
know
if I cannot spill these guts for
future
centuries
about how I made myself bleed
and the drugs that satisfied me
how we should hold sacred what is us
and lean away from something to
lean on
be the one with the rags on that dont matter
and the wounds that can heal
never soak the words of liars
and their freedom spills
none are freed
unless
there is nothing you need
so sway away, and say goodbye
Jason Lammons
Copyright ©2005 Jason Lammons
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September October
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