Friday, January 11, 2008

sanguine song in A minor

I really feel like I'm gonna give the slip to time,
and everyone I meet is a damn good friend of mine.
But will I ever stop to think just how wrong I was?

We start to feel like there's nothing left for us know,
there's nothing left for us to see, there's nowhere else for us to go.
But will we ever stop to think just how wrong we were?

And I, I don't mind
these thoughts about you
and me leaving
this all, this all behind.
Don't you believe it
like I believe it?
I know say it all the time.

He never really seemed to take the time to understand
the kind of work he'd need to do to make himself a better man.
And now he'll fall behind as we all fall behind.

They never seemed to wrap their minds around important things.
To stuck on televisions, fast cars, and diamond rings.
And all those little things they'll be leaving behind.

But I, I don't mind
these thoughts about you
and me leaving
this all, this all behind.
Man, don't you believe it
like I believe it?
We'll leave it all behind.

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