it's been a hard week, feeling a similar heartbeat visiting them in the marquis, illness a villain in all streets endless dependent on our sweet sentiment, spent at the start we could argue in small leaks to part you from imminent intimate insolent impotence into the dark, i live for the card play deal with anything real, and cut to the chase to feel the healer's grace waste away for later days we change the face to face the change and pay the price to sway the life these dates arranged you're brave but nice, so play the game i might have made a mite mistake to my dismay but i've been gray for long enough and grateful to the up above, no difference does it make believe it 'cause it's fake, the feeling of being the fleeing chameleon dreaming even of stealing what's realer than demons to seal the agreement that's keeping me in reality seeing these paths move past 'til i've passed my chances hoped you'd be asking me then to spend forever pretending nothing could sever us and our bretheren, together again better than friends, never could end, etcetera sense is telling me hence that every enemy's headed against the several levels unsettled to stretch and defend metal will bend, but my disheveled special's to meddle with ends to make them meet, to cater to you and me this late opportunity's laid to scrape for unity to pay for doing these disgraceful paper proofs when greed outweighs the greater truth that i was made to wait for you different's infinite, living in open emotions and poems showing up old, losing the heartache, consoled withering mandate, let's roll out of the landscape uphold, following plans made each and each and every day becoming clearer in the mirror river running washing the caution off him offering hot drinks and lozenges armies still marching forward from offices torn to the ground, number the pound under the brown soil another one of the towns come to me now, come to me now countries avowed, nothing allowed jumping around, something's unsound running for crown, gunning me down i'm in a manic amendment condemning me medical minutes unmade in amenity maybe the man'll be mad at me after he's happened to catch it's the passion that's sending me better be every enemy's dream friend never can justify means, ends are means in themselves words on the sheets, and sheets in the shelves she couldn't tell, wouldn't or shouldn't just see for herself and whatever else i'm under the spell, she casts and catches actions packed to drag me back to feeling the feeling that's bringing me into affinity lacking sleep and starving, flat's a piece of garbage tracks are weak, dishonest, back a week, i've lost it bragging feats of posits, can't compete with all this haven't been to cross the scenes i've often dreamed you call this a part of me, it's not just the start of falling off the wrong side of the sky who held me me up for stars and way too long but after all, all i wanna do is play you songs and just sleep tight