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but the drugs don't work all this talk of getting old, it's getting me down my love second chances arrive with every sunrise and sunset, with every time the crickets come back to accompany our late night drives, with every new friend and old friend, with the beating of the drums and the barely heard clinks of glasses. and i hope you're thinking of me as you lay down on your side, now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse, but i know i'll see your face again after the months pass, your forget that your best and their best just were not good enough. you forget that, at one point, you would have flown half way across the world just to say good morning. now it is just a collaboration of roundabout talks in smoke filled cars, and you wonder what was there to begin with, who you were to begin with. but if you wanna show, just let me know, and i'll sing in your ear again the crumbling begins when you see more ends than beginnings. but you still wake up, you still laugh, and you start to piece the beginnings together to make what you want out of this life. |
