Waits

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"I Never Heard The Melody Until I Needed The Song"

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Careful Thought-out Words(for a Degenerate)

not in my dreams I've seen
human beings in remiss
human nature mixed-up in a twist
but,you don't make mistakes
to fail to distinguish between
nothing like a human thing
35 and you don't know right from wrong
and you still call yourself a man
used,abused,confused in a drunken stupor
hate their jobs to the point
all you have to do is quit
but,you are bitter and not a quitter
what are you getting
what are you giving
you don't have anyone to live up to
you are so selfish
it's the drink that has made you selfish
contradiction,you don't take care of yourself
contrary and regardless of everyone else
unmindful that the world is going on all around you
you don't do your part
you have no heart
still nothing is real
you need to awake
from the nightmare
recover & take a brake
people do feel the way you feel
other people can help you find
what is real
what is true
they both have something to do with you
a road of guilt
a road of regret
if you ever get straight
self-inflicted wounds
take the longest to heal
you're not in the position
to make a deal
if you are not at the end of your rope
well,you ought to be
from what you showed me
the night when you were getting free
you acted like an asshole and insulted me
again,you don't make mistakes
you to fail to distinguish between
nothing like a human thing
you are a degenerate
you lack balance
I can't take care of you
you need some one who cares
I'm not in a position to
brightly, I picture my life
free from your problems
you were hangin' around
when I was alone
into your hole
you only bring me down
way down in a hole
a drunk don't worry about his soul
the devil walking around town
to revert to a simple
state of mind
you are not a good person
I know your idea of fun
we are at different places
walking at different paces
I am in control of my different space
I take up
no one controls the space I take
I don't give you the power to brake
my heart
when the beer don't come to the top of your cup
why do I waste my time
with torn-strained rhymes
this is the end
of the time I have come to care
you don't deserve honesty
you don't deserve fair
you deserve that feeling
when nobody is there



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