Thursday, September 15, 2011

Strawberry Suicide

Reach into the morning
Find a reason to get out of bed
The clock is ticking
Time is money and I’m nearly broke
Rip off the chains I’ve wrapped around my head
But I’m still sinking

Leaping off of skyscrapers
Can take its toll
Got no reason
But these reasons try to take my soul
Man up and wipe the dust away from my eyes
But even still I cannot cry

The double-vision finally takes ahold of me
This road I’m taking, course collision with my destiny
And though I’m blinded by the sun
I now finally see
A bowl of strawberries
Waiting for me

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