Monday, March 28, 2011

fight club, and modest mouse

I am the warm little center
of this calm little world
fight through the crowd
go till I hurl

fuck off with your sofa unit
your string green stripe pattern
I say never be complete
the chips all fall and clatter

is this crazy?
people do it every day
they talk to themselves
they don't have the courage to say 

fuck damnation 
fuck redemption
we are gods unwanted children
please tell me again

first you have to give up
first you have to know
not fear that some day you will die
someday you will go


We were waiting
For something
 new
Although we knew
It's just not true

We live our lives
Talking of places
We hide our cries
But keep our faces

There's the boat
And we have our tickets
We want to go
But we've already missed it

Content with our place
We do not leave
But I know it's not
the life I want to lead.

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