Sunday, February 20, 2011

Time Machine

You lit my piano on fire
And I set your heart ablaze
These are my last nights in this southern city
Something is brewing here
Laying out plans
I capture...
I skip
Skip
Skip
And stutter one second in the future
I can predict trouble now
Avoiding conflict is my one true talent
I stutter
Stutter
And step in to a alternate reality

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