Cheating is your way out of luck
Spinning on a wheel of phases
When will a good week land upon you?
Always waking when the day ends...
You are irresponsible for this
No sense in opening your fist
Don't trust yourself until it's gone
'Less they let you play a song
In the absence of a spotlight
Where are you in the dark?
What do you do with silence?
Create your own pathetic spark
And touch those steel strings before them...
And learn to touch them every day
Because, if not, you will go crazy
And that explains your mood today
You learned how to delay things, hard.
Peering at opponents' cards
While you pretend to play guitar
And you exhale upon the stars
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