Pulse

Sandlewood and scratchers, rolling stones
Think long and hard about what you could've done
Forty years down the road
Shouldn't be thinking in such a way
Isolate
Pretend
Pretend
Pretend
She sits alone reading outside a Wal-Mart
With tattooed hands
She's making new friends
Reminiscence coats her skin with nostalgia
It's just like high school again
And again
Mystified by fools said the dumb to the brilliant
The brilliant looked back at him and said the same
So who
And what
Do you
Want to, bastardize today?
He sits almost alone as he folds his last hand
Before calling it a night
But sees that outside, there's daylight
We're pulsing
We're pulsing
We're pulsing
We're pulsing, sin, sin, sin now
How's the old grind man?
Oh, that's good
Old lady still treating you alright?
I'm glad to hear it
Take care out there kid, you're gonna need it



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Cook
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