Fruit

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Lost in all that I do

alone even with 2

you tell me, it’s all just a question of rhyme .

So how come I never feel fine

always late no matter the time

fucked whatever the crime

So to sugar what little remains I

will gather my moods for a change

then prying the fall from a dream

to mute by way of a scream ask myself

why don’t I slip when it slides

never get marked by the tide

always pick fall over pride

 

and it pulls me and it floors me

so I twist like a lime in a vein

 

Lost in all that I am

alone with all that I seem

they tell me, it’s all just a matter of will,

so I try to cancel tomorrow

by gluing the leaves to a tree.

Then Making the ocean turn fizzy

by blowing my life through a pill

but failing to capture the moment

and refusing to link with the chain,

still trying to stifle the tears

collected by my bucket of years

 

and it pulls me and it floors me

and I twist like a lime with the pain

 

Lost in all but my name

alone together the same

they tell me it will all come out in the wash

so I find an axe to grind, a compass to bury

my mind a spade to Cleve what I find.

and If in a tin can I can trap midnight

coated in black or a shark frozen in fright

a pacifist willing to fight

a Robbie song I actually like

then perhaps they will tell me

its all just a matter of fact

its all just them being twats

 

and it pulls me and it floors me

and I twist like a lime in a vein

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