familiar taste
I know this place
one I'd like to forget
wish I'd never met
the dull throb
of blunted pain
pressure my old friend
who kills me in the end
leave me be for awhile
I grow sick at your smile
you've soured me enough
your play is too rough
I need time again
time with a grin
away from potential
and the hole it leaves
my senses weary
worn by the buzz that leaves
when things don't play out
and leave me down and out
the pulse of disappointment
nurses a gap I have
and want to be rid of
filled by the word of Love.
I know this place
one I'd like to forget
wish I'd never met
the dull throb
of blunted pain
pressure my old friend
who kills me in the end
leave me be for awhile
I grow sick at your smile
you've soured me enough
your play is too rough
I need time again
time with a grin
away from potential
and the hole it leaves
my senses weary
worn by the buzz that leaves
when things don't play out
and leave me down and out
the pulse of disappointment
nurses a gap I have
and want to be rid of
filled by the word of Love.

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