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I am the Sky and the GroundWe found each other at the top of cloud nine,I am the Sky and the Ground by BackShelfSouvenir
playing me like a peasant, teaching me a lesson about how I could never sip your wine.
Maybe I over watered my lawn…
…or maybe I like being the soaked ground your feet walk on.
I’ll keep evaporating ‘til I’m nothing more than dry soil and weeds…
…or sink slowly into a hole because we know it’s hard to crawl out on empty wants and needs.
We lost each other at the bottom of a catacomb,
playing me like a fiddle in the middle of the flames wherever you roam
Maybe I overfilled my cup…
…or maybe I like being the set of lungs your ocean fills up
I’ll keep swimming ‘til I’m nothing more than food for the sharks…
…or float face down because we know it’s hard to light a wet match and keep the spark.
Woe is MeCountless drawn out rides being run over by an automobile.Woe is Me by BackShelfSouvenir
Swerving, leaking gasoline, tossing a match out of the pneumonia hole.
Came upon a cliff, put the transmission in neutral and watched as the tires roll.
Just want to sink into the deepest part of the sea before you can say “woe is me.”
Alpha/OmegaFire me up with a big bang boom.Alpha/Omega by BackShelfSouvenir
I didn’t invent gunpowder,
I was the corroded bent barrel.
I didn’t push the swing,
my moods were more balanced.
Alpha sent from grace to deliver the world from rabid hounds.
Half full moon might shine when there’s a sapphire sky purging all over your pretty pale pearls spoken pardons.
Sowed the feathers of Icarus dream with threads just to watch it go up and unravel.
I had an epiphany living deep down inside of me…
…buried beneath my impulse lays a dusty dirty pulse.
Fire me up with a big bang thought.
I did invent gunpowder,
with the one-eighty degree sharp shot.
I did push the swing,
until my moods grew calluses.
Omega fell from grace to deliver cracked halos to the rapid populous.
Half empty moon won’t shine when there’s a burgundy comet vomiting all over your carbon copy cat based clemency.
Doused the feathers of Icarus nightmare in gasoline just to watch it kamikaze down.
I am an epiphany dancing on the of
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