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jer sal 19 hawaii arizona gcc
graphic artist, amateur guitarist, lyricist, music♥
Dude, I fcking rock like hot stuff.
Someone who wears a good time on their wrist, who can roll a flowing conversation off the tip of their tongue, with a good sense of humor right there in the pit of their stomach. Someone who can pass silence with the blink of an eye, who can show sarcasm with their smirk, and shyness with a smile and someone who'll spontaneously dance with me in the moonlight, on the streets, under postlights, with their two left feet.
or these fellahs,
and lyrics.
I'm not knocking
your want to carry that home.
Took it with you when you moved
and got it broke.
Found the pieces,
we counted them all alone.
Didn't add up--
Forgot to carry a zero.
I can't be your apologist very long.
I'm surprised
that you'd want to carry that on.
Count your blemishes--
You can't; they're all gone.
I can see your response
putting them back on
like they're waiting
for your guard to fall,
so they can see it all.
And you're so occupied with what
other persons are occupied with,
and vice versa.
And you've become
what you thought was dumb;
A fraction of the sum.
Yeah, you have become
a fraction of the sum.
The middle and the front.
And now it's coming back,
hasn't it come too far?
I was trying to help,
but I guess I pushed too hard.
And now we can't even touch it;
Afraid it'll fall apart.
that rock.
Save yourself.