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[sid] => 43366
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Day To Day
[time] => 2004-04-15 13:38:04
[hometext] => chaos with friends - endless.
[bodytext] => i'm stuck but i'm going, i'm trying, he's gloating so sickly, he knows it, he says he'll dance for the next day it's just another foul play see through the town and find i've found nothing but i'll chance another day with you do everything you want to do, do what i want to do slip a grin through a camel at the drive-through best of my knowledge you could say that i tried to and i'll take with you a life that can't be worse i won't lie it's the strangest to live on rehearse living on a week show and i just might be the same what once was lame i think for now i'm game, you say "i won't think it twice to cut this mess out stupid time day to day maybe, but wait i won't think it twice i'm stuck with nothing else all right..." this road untold, it's closed, there's nothing to grab ahold in a minute we'll go down it, with no other way around it running out of room there's no mistake with little left to prove i won't even take a break i won't drop, come along this won't flop with a hit miss timing, running south of the clock i know i messed up, took a chance upon a nothing then i messed again with you a friend, i say how do i run back in tune this mess of chaos swings by so soon how do i run right in tune with this mess where you say "i won't think it twice to cut this mess out stupid time day to day maybe, hey wait i won't think it twice i'm stuck with nothing else all right..." i think better with the ocean sighting in it might be the cascade lighting is inviting i think better when i'm with the best of friends and your drop kick measure rolls in my eyes when you come to it kills in sweet surprise and that could be just right, all right when your ship came down, you hit every wall rightly the silky whipsps, the frown on your lips each thought came to be surmised on hardbenched seats and bags of fries those days we could only hope for the best you'll cut quickly, i've been impressed that smirk evil smile before every mess catches each our face, one take in drama distress soon... i'll get eerie... and we'll be hopeless... still that's what i want to do just a moment now it feels like home is broken thrown around i can't care to stay upon that ground, oh no well i won't try to a new life this won't be pretend cased upon a dead end face and that will be all right, it might i won't think it twice to cut this mess out wait... maybe, hey wait i won't think it twice i'm stuck with nothing else all right all right all right all right this road untold, it's closed, there's nothing to grab ahold in a minute we'll go down it, with no other way around it no way around this life... [comments] => 7 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 16 [informant] => remy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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