180 Degrees

One hundred
and eighty degrees
A measure,
this straight line that it fields
For the patient few
is it nothin'?
Is it nothing new?
I knew it.
it's more that it's useless
I'd still buy
those feeble excuses
for if I lied
to you in the first place
Some places are too much
Some places are forbidden
I make a start
between novelty and vision
Fielding out the cause
the anatomy of distance
tenuous lines
between deliverance and deluge
I think i'm out of view
I think i'm out of all ways
I've felt that's so
there's safety in numbers
careful
and more than it's useless
I'd still buy those feeble excuses
for if I lied to you in the first place



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Potts
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