Pacing in circles, and pass out the ground; looking for answers when you left laying around. Staring at sunshine on productive days; we’re keeping the distance with too much left to say. Ol’ Casey is playing tricks on me (like a mind of my own gone days without going to sleep). And it’s no surprise that we’re still swapping lies–if that’s all that it takes, then that’s all that I’m trying to be careful, composed, and hoping to cope. Standby: all the people you like, ‘cause time flies when you’re using it right.
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