Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Yes, I felt it ripped away
And yes, I felt its hurt.
Torn from me like my
Heart from its arteries from my chest.
It was all about being
Carefree and cheesy and careless
About what happened
The night we conjured up a gang
And snuck out on
A night of debauchery.
I didn't let it fly by,
Like a raven, I felt it close,
Close to my heart before
It was torn away from me.
I don't know where it all went,
All I know is that
It didn't stay,
And I was far from
Ready to let it go.

June 2, 2004

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