.
its all bull
and it's all china shops
it's tugging hard
on your own hair
to pull yourself
out of the swamp
it's a lack of better judgement
and jokes that can't be taken
it's always
them same old mistakes
and all-ways you take
lead back into rage
the hell you say
all a bit much
and it's more than enough
to make hands mash
against walls
right where you left them
it's a river cried
after the bed went dry
to drown out reasons
in a flood of feeling
it's like
pressure cooking
boiling over
the gas you left on
and now the gloves are off
come off it
just drop it
can't stop it
it's easier said than...
done blown off your toes
waving weapons around wildly
now limping around
but don't you
fucken tell me to calm down
who asked you anyway
too late
fucks sake
out my face
with that
that,
that,
that keeps happening
so fast
flew past
signs
keep missing
the turn offs
and it just...
can't be helped
swinging from the fences
constantly on the offensive
unrelenting
unrepentant
representing
your own worst enemy
saying can't we just be friends
it's all adding up
it's like alotta time
keeping your own company
when you fellas
haven't been getting on
for quite a while.
__________________________
-Peace
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