Lost in the airwaves
By Kiah
Fine tuning in my radio stations.Looking beyond my on vacation.Worked so hard to get here.Worked so far to get near.Losing myself in my dreams.What is real isn’t it seems.Blood in my veins keeps me clean.Protect my skin with Vaseline.Here I am where I am.Near to their open hands.So close I can’t see it.Too close for me to be it.Bruising myself for what I need.What I want isn’t making me bleed.My rusty soul of rage does seethe.Connect my skin with your creed.Here I am where you are.Near to the wicked scar.Clear to me we’ve hit the bar.A fear I am in the empty jar. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 11:07 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Fine tuning in my radio stations.Looking beyond my on vacation.Worked so hard to get here.Worked so far to get near.Losing myself in my dreams.What is real isn’t it seems.Blood in my veins keeps me clean.Protect my skin with Vaseline.Here I am where I am.Near to their open hands.So close I can’t see it.Too close for me to be it.Bruising myself for what I need.What I want isn’t making me bleed.My rusty soul of rage does seethe.Connect my skin with your creed.Here I am where you are.Near to the wicked scar.Clear to me we’ve hit the bar.A fear I am in the empty jar...."