Sometimes I write folk songs and then ask people to judge my lryics. Be honest, don't hold back, you know the drill. Limits To Simplicity A cease fire for words or just a bandage for your dignity Just push on for that world where nouns and verbs can stop an M-16 One hundred definitions for the phrases you've been given It's no wonder that you're only finding confidence in plagiarism My passenger's seat is a safe haven for hypocrites Considering your impulses, you'll be another poltergeist Tapping on my window, leaving letters at my dead-bolted door Playing charades for no one up and down the eastern shore It's such a shame That what is ours is theirs to gain If we could pave the time-worn miles And steady needles on the dials We'd be the same 1 AM and every street lamp buzzes frequencies This parking lot is empty making space for new analogies All bringing up excuses but they're all too true to use them You are to me as I am to them, they are to truth as I am to the rest We're apprehensive It's all in time When what is ours will be for life When we can fill the gaps with letters From the ones who write them better Not for the fame Fast asleep to every signal on Mass Avenue I'm running all the red lights with your hand gestures in my rear-view My only excuse is that it's all in black and white I am contrite as they are to life, are we to die if they have the right? It's all overbearing But what gets me down Is that they drove this to the ground Expending all the simple kicks And feeling not a word of this We're all fair game
Haha! Silly me. I corrected it. Thanks a bunch. Thank you too Frontman C. I'm just happy that people are taking the time to read it.