the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

It's Actually Tuesday

An audio pregame put us in a good buzz
And the amps warmed up while we waited,
Waited out on the sidewalks,
Under the shade of glass towers.
A stadium breakfast in a bun
Makes you unlucky three to one,
So get in in a second and breathe in on the fourth,
To all come back as one again, cut and retied.
So make a friend for the day
And leave them at the door
Either on your way in,
Or right before you get out the last chorus.
They put back what you couldn't help but drop
Without picking a damn thing up.
But in some cases we just can't,
It falls forward and caress your hand,
A friendly reminder of what was to unfurl
That I finally lost to all the cute girls.

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