Things We Bleed
By Convolution
Let’s walk down Always Boulevard We’ll watch the tables turn And we’ll discuss, with mild disgust The words that teleprompters burn Let’s see why there was one door barred We’ll laugh about the past With that in mind, we’ll leave behind The angry things that make hurt last Let’s prick our fingers on the ends We’ll bleed two drops of red And think of not so long ago When we bled other things instead Written December 30th, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 01:26 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Let’s walk down Always Boulevard..."