You're the right girl
Saying all the wrong things
Making me think my life is strange
Making me think my ways obscene

I've been up too long
On illegal drugs
When I find my way down
I'll find a way out

I, the falcon,
Soaring over dismay
Replacing placements
Crossing off calendar days

I'm the wrong guy
Fitting into the wrong crowd
Digging us all a hole
Burying us underground

I've been singing too loud
Along to shitty music
When I realize the sample rates flawed
I'll picket line the sound
I'll make promises for louder,
Faster, simpler music

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minustimer's picture

this was a good one ole

this was a good one ole buddy. I like the last lines the most.