Hello again my friend
it s been sometime
I try and read you
in your shifting eyes
your hands are trembling
as I hold em in mine
how ya livin
You were the talker
amp; I was the clown
we grew up wonderin
how we would get out
but you re still talkin talkin
You got places to go
you got people to know
you got plans
to get your shit together
Did you take it too far
did you forget who you are
did you stash your soul
into the closet forever
So now you re hustling
for the five amp; dime
you cure the stranger
amp; his perverted mind
You are the poet of need
amp; lust how s the preachin
You painted destinations
on the inside
amp; dreamed of revelations
yearning to fly
But you re still walkin
amp; still talkin
Hold on Geany
Watch what ya say
Save your preachin
for a rainier day
Hold on Geany
I m talkin to you
You re so amazing
in whatever you do

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