Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
It is usually four AM
It is usually four AM
When I feel at peace with this world.
Any other hour leaves me sad,
Leaves me feeling down and out,
A worthless being.
I'm not eager for anyone
To hold my lonely heart…
Butterfingers,
They'll drop it and break it.
All you'll hear are whispers,
The winds of the soul.
My ears pick up the sounds
That only four AM can produce,
And I am neither weary nor
Perpetually freaked out.
I am just fine here.
I tell the errant voices to
Go away…and stay there.
I'll deal with it when MY
Schedule permits, not yours.
I can't break the skin
Of emotion anymore,
I guess I just don't care to try.
March 1, 2005
Suge
When I feel at peace with this world.
Any other hour leaves me sad,
Leaves me feeling down and out,
A worthless being.
I'm not eager for anyone
To hold my lonely heart…
Butterfingers,
They'll drop it and break it.
All you'll hear are whispers,
The winds of the soul.
My ears pick up the sounds
That only four AM can produce,
And I am neither weary nor
Perpetually freaked out.
I am just fine here.
I tell the errant voices to
Go away…and stay there.
I'll deal with it when MY
Schedule permits, not yours.
I can't break the skin
Of emotion anymore,
I guess I just don't care to try.
March 1, 2005
Suge
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It is usually four AM
It is usually four AM
