Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Wait It Out

Everybody says that time heals everything
But what of the wretched hollow, the endless in between?
Are we just going to wait it out?
And sit here cold, we'll be long gone by then and lackluster
In dust we lay around old magazines
Florescent lighting sets the scene
For all we could and should be being in the one life that we've got
In the one life that we've got.

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