God’s favorite child, bloodied from the brawl
And this bitterness was killing me all day long
I am not waiting anymore, I am not waiting anymore
I've been blowing through time like nickel slots
In a windowless room, on a credit card
Flash it like a semaphore - a vague, drafty metaphor
I am not waiting anymore
I’ve been a keen eyed observer
Of the movements of concentric parts
Of a bodies of bones and breasts and unmapped chambers of hearts
In the sand and the hand's been turned to glass
A Jeroboam filled with a life that’s passed
You can toss it off the balcony and listen for the crash
I am not waiting anymore
I spent eight long years
Working on my screenplay
It’s a teen movie with young actresses
That plays to the middle aged
I have read between the lines
I have been wrong every time
It burned up on the alter, but I am fine
I am not waiting anymore
I am not waiting anymore
I am not waiting anymore
I am red in tooth and claw God’s favorite child, bloodied from the brawl And this bitterness was killing me all day long I am not waiting anymore, I am not waiting anymore I've been blowing through time like nickel slots In a windowless room, on a credit card Flash it like a semaphore - a vague, drafty metaphor I am not waiting anymore I’ve been a keen eyed observer Of the movements of concentric parts Of a bodies of bones and breasts and unmapped chambers of hearts In the sand and the hand's been turned to glass A Jeroboam filled with a life that’s passed You can toss it off the balcony and listen for the crash I am not waiting anymore I spent eight long years Working on my screenplay It’s a teen movie with young actresses That plays to the middle aged I have read between the lines I have been wrong every time It burned up on the alter, but I am fine I am not waiting anymore I am not waiting anymore I am not waiting anymore Explain Request ×
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