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The Lady Is Not For Burning - Hey Tommy I See You Have A Soft Top... (It Will Not Survive)

I rarely agree that we don’t demand company. But some people have it so easy. If I filter my confidence, I only end up with minerals and letters. Letters to poems and poems to screaming and yelling inside my head because I can’t get to sleep when I crawl into bed

My face hurts because I’ve been smiling so often. Am I really that prone to exhaustion? My jaw is sore, my choices are poor, my lethargy secludes me to my own coffin. I push my hair back into it’s rightful position. Then I mess it up because jealousy marks my every word with precision, with shame, with nostalgic, depressive hate and I wonder if I’ll ever be sewn up again

the lady is not for burning - Hey Tommy I See You Have A Softtop, Be Careful It's Going To Hail (live)

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