The Bus Barged Into The Pool Hall (Your Bass)

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I feel like a wuss again
Awkwardness in every covey of words
That my mouth churns out
While lips keep on moving after
The rhythm of yours

I don't remember the things I said to you
Make it easier for you just by moving a bit
Do you want a beer?

Here comes the falling butcher
Cogitating the cat's weight loss
She aims the cue solely at yellow and red
She's expelling but still drinks
Stopped sensing heartbeats
We'll stride till the tawdry dawn
Hanged on a bough of oblivion

Why even approach me...
Why even approach me
Now that you hate me?
Why even approach me
Now that you hate me?
Why even approach me
Now that you hate me?
Why even approach me
Now that you hate me?

Patently by letting yourself to savor you
Is just how you satiate a starved curiosity
Perhaps it wasn't the right time in our lives
To be loved
Yet by begging for slapping
Straight to your cheeck
Things will never alter the way
They came to be
Three days and one more for Hal
And I still argue what it is
That I miss

You mislead
And lose control
Still kept on looking for more
It's a gift which I'm not
Worth of having
Driving someone to brave himself
With the use of
The simplest words

I do care
At times I can't help the pother
My eyes breed
I guess that's us
Perceiving in a disparate credo
Don't you care?
You've proved that you love yourself
So why am I afraid for you?
I hate it when you are drunk
But I'll hold you like a brother
We'll end up rubbing noses
Like a mother and son
And if you're feeling inhuman
You'll again be defied by yourself
You say the rusted child wilted off still
You might love more than everyone

Until Thursday I want
You to take your time
And think
What do you really
Want from Coraline?
What does she mean to you?

Anticipated singing of
Unbroken songs
Deep-laid sentiment of us being in awe
Soaks in trust that pongs
That pronounced sense of warmth
Has sunk in pillows of
Pruritus and barbs
I waste my time
Though I'm not sure of
What I should say
Anticipated singing of
Unbroken songs
Deep-laid sentiment of us being in awe
Soaks in trust that pongs
That pronounced sense of warmth
Has sunk in pillows of
Pruritus and barbs
I waste my time
Though I'm not sure of
What I should say

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