Always in the background smoking and surveying the scene.
We all show up as loners -
melancholic rock ‘n rollers.
The sort to resort to extremes.
I had everything but what I picture has to leave the frame.
That’s just what it’s come to I’m afraid.
Never had a plan or the willingness to really succeed.
But years of acting lonely
is looking like its bound to pick up some speed.
And so it would seem
my habits and dreams have really fucked with my periphery.
Now I’ve become too blind to see.
All the while they were taking honest looks at me
Like a child with an adolescent history.
If I ever solve this mystery
If my axis starts to turn on me
Every accidental in this key
Finally finds a way to bury me
I’ll need someone who won't fuck with me
Someone who will understand
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