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Tuesday, October 01, 2002  

np: nothink

my hair is all matted
my suit is wrinkled
my flowers are wilting
where are you tonight?
everyone hates me
most of all your friends
and i think i could explain
but i doubt i'd make sense

somewhere the sun sets and i am alone
trapped with the burden of coming undone
left holding the spindle and the fabric too
if only everyone's aim wasn't so true

a friend came and took me
on a late night drive
we poured down the highway
'til we had to turn back
i think i just needed
someone who would listen
and not just reply
with all of my faults

not to go off and crib jackson browne
but i really feel like i should stress this somehow
don't confront me with my failures
i will never forget them

posted by J. Neas | 10/01/2002 01:12:00 AM

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