Nausea
scribbled lines on a bit of paper
i held in my hands
and then i slowly read aloud
to no one but myself
"sometimes we speak in different languages"
we're better off
poorly painted portraits leading way to the train station
you come crawling down concrete
and i'll be waiting
we're heading home
and i might be thinking of red lights
that'll slow us down
i held in my hands
and then i slowly read aloud
to no one but myself
"sometimes we speak in different languages"
we're better off
poorly painted portraits leading way to the train station
you come crawling down concrete
and i'll be waiting
we're heading home
and i might be thinking of red lights
that'll slow us down
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Writer(s): Beau Brynes
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