Pure Chance - Wild-Ish Concepts

Perfect Tackle

Hope you feel better
Don't paint by numbers now
You heard the weather?
It stifles some sort of scowl
Do future days read
Remnants, then same scene?
Where no mouths can make a frown
No, no...

I could see it
But I don't need the slipshod sunrise you withdrew
We can break then
It's just me and my
own perfect tackle soon

My sunk cost medals
Became my soul by now
These haunted tethers
Scream "you're recuped and you're out"
All integrated
All agitated
And I took Debord's face off

I could see it
But I don't need the austere veneer you withdrew
It can break when
All of you are the
Perfect Tackle

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Writer(s): Matthew Mina
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