boolar

sometimes there are times like these. neither here nor there but the spaces inbetween. okay, so i always say that. but what would you do if all the obstacles were removed? if suddenly the way you visualized your life, the way you always wanted the day to day to be, seemed to be the way it actually was? well isn’t that disarming? and what the hell am i s’posed to do now? improvise?

we love oil we love oil
nasty revenge give me whatcha got
oh more please spend the morning light alone with me
even though we won’t earn nothing
stop playing games, they’re at war with you
every rhapsody sucking thought
looking toward the east won’t be enough
spend sunny sunday mornings with me
that means they’re all sore with you
nasty revenge when it gets to you

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