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Sunday, June 21, 2009

the fringe

 
would that the lost could find their way
back
would that the found would never stray
i wish that love were like the heaving of my chest
so it'd be with me every day.

i wanna throw my mistakes on a brushpile
get em in the open but get em all away
but i dont know these sins i like to keep em
hold em tightly
so they're not on display


im on the fringe
spending broken means on broken ends
and i could never make amends

and im on the edge
doin what id rather do instead
and im hanging by a thread

so pity me when you get home
cause im the bad half of two part friends
im out for my own
searching for myself
somewhere on the fringe


i never watched the thirty-nine fall
one short of death as i recall
but i bet that love is like the beating that he took
when he decided to be small

so go and throw your mistakes on his shoulders
get em in the open and get em all away
cause there he goes to save the world forever
a broken body they put up on display

hes on the fringe
spending broken means on broken ends
why should he ever make amends?

and hes on the edge
following the fathers will instead
hes hanging by a thread
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<3 lovely. sad. raw, yet composed.
i really like it. :D
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thanks d:- )
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