Racing Thoughts


I just wanna be left alone
Nothing asked, nothing known
And besides, I’m grown
I can keep to myself if I want
Pour out every bottle on the shelf if I want
Let the room spin as fast as my mind
Writing poems to girls that’ll never be mine
But a man sure can hope
Until his neck is tightly in the rope
Let me hang, let me rest in torture
Let me leave friends who forgot who they were
Then maybe I’ll find finally some closure
When the casket close and it’s all over


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