tripped now i’m fallin’,

off trees like it’s already autumn,

leafing over new starts as if i haven’t already blossomed,

sleepin’ on my passions as if i’m playin’ possum,

sleepin’ playin’ passive as if time isn’t passin’,

as if getting older doesn’t diminish the weight of your accomplishments,

cause at least you’re still acomplishin’ shit?


still too long and i drift to sleep,

but only if the sun’s out or else i can’t catch a wink,

lost in my own world all i ever do is think,

think we outta be connected by string can telephones,

step into my mind so i’m not all alone,

send you sweet nothings all night long,

through these string can telephones,

send you sweet nothings all night long,

through this string can telephone,

though let it be known,

your empathy breaks the bounds of telepathy,

somehow, you manage to see right through me,

ride my wave length,

tell me sweet nothings all day long,

we don’t need no string can telephone


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