Sunday, 1 January 2012

A Trick/A Trap

I tell you what you're going to do
You're going to cut my head off with a shoe
Oh, a blunt instrument like that
No, I wont expect an attack from you

From you, from you
No no no no no.

Crushed and smooth, you're full of general well being
Well be that as it may I'm sick and tired of having
To rely on you to be strong and focused
It's a trick, it's a trap, it's a shot out of focus.

And you are never full centered.
And you are always out of focus.

If there are so many fish in the sea
Then why are we always floating together downstream?
Like rabbits in magicians hats
It's a trick, it's a trap that neither of us can see.

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