It doesn't have to be the next big thing
You don't have to wait in the wings for change it's
Something about just locking eyes the same
He knows something waits in the wings
He reads something and it pierces an older impulse
Locked away
Under many chapters
Not worth reading
How many times
How many times
He lines up the sights
CC
Memory hits me now
Falling up around the smoke addled finger or nostril
And back to the grass filled ground
I don't know why I single myself back out
It's just the
Way
It works for me
It works happily
For everyone else
I dunno
We all knew that it would never be the next big thing
But that's never why they get a ring
Memory shits on out
Falling up around the smoke addled crease or curve
And back to the way that they were
It's just too sad
You're far too stupid, shitty and bad
Just sit around and wonder how