Every Part Of Nothing

Slowreader

madmen glaring at blue skies

tell me i'll be just like them

hair gone grey waiting so patiently

for anything but possibility

i've got every part of nothing

and nothing's safer than your arms

so i'll be sleeping on the stairs

choking on all the fresh air

the face is broken by the brain that keeps on circling itself

i'll be coming round soon

to get soaked in your sunshine

and you'd gladly give me more if i could keep it

till i'm halfway home or halfway out the door

pissing into a hurricane

waiting for a pleasant smell

scaling walls to look down on everyone

who looks down on me

like i still do



rooftop hopping has it's drawbacks

that all revolve around the ground

but planted feet can't keep a beat

or outrun pointless memories

that i'll create as fast as anyone who's still left wondering

what of this is my life?

and how can you be certain

that this time we'll be

good enough to not give up and dumb enough to never even

care why rain falls on a cloudless night

and fights burn up without a fight

i guess we're almost there

warm beds don't care about the past

so grab one cause they'll be going fast

but how can this all be written down

to push back impending failures frown

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