Untitled Song
• Written by zeppelin
coming back like boomerangs
somethin to prove but its all the same
loose change to a dollar
not somethin of a scholar
livin in the cent when you don't need a collar
sometimes i just call her, see how its goin
don't speak so much, but it feels good knowin
that you around just to see me growin
i cant lie about lost time cause i knew it was stolen
and we all grow old like we must, all of us
tryin to make the most before we wilt to dust
like wilt i must thrust
myself in the records
line after line tryin to sound all clever
sometimes these endeavors leave me stuck
in quicksand im drowning, countin
all the days that remain while im stuck in this haze
doin all the wrong things but still get all the praise
so just press play and enjoy the show
all our days are numbered, don't know when we'll go
countdown from one hundred and open your eyes slow
and as the last light shuts away
im stuffin all my last words into written phrase
cause sometimes i forget to say, but you still amaze me
life's a maze but i got your direction on my compass
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zeppelin
Member since May 20 2013