Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Damn Beaker


listen on low volume its peaking like an s.o.b.

Damn Beaker

were you clearing your throat
or trying to get my attention
you talk amongst friends you dont think you're talking out loud
Im no stranger to that deafening sound

I still cant believe
he doesnt know a thing about you now

when you're starring at the place
we once fought before
well I never
no I never
thought of a troubled pointless time
a missed cruel spoken word
every time we had was stolen

how could I ever
watch the movie we laughed at
till the sun rose and the damn birds wouldnt shut their beeks
now Im a loser
I sit here and remember
and how this new guy isnt me

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