Wrong Way Down A Slanted Street

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Wrong way down a slanted street
Each step is a new kind of burn
Through the low, sloping trees
The Coit Tower for which I yearn
Thirty-Seven years through this life
With only a dream left to cling
Watched your best girl leave you
She wanted far more than a ring
Your Eden never bore fruit
Only possessing a barren vine
Taking off for Occidental today
Toss away this dying, rancid wine
Know there’ll be sun tomorrow
The City will only cause you to spoil
Remove yourself from endless poison
Toil in warm & encouraging soil

Knowing There’s Life Out There

Knowing there’s life out there
Between the barren branches
Tying your coat a little tighter
To fend off the avalanches
Winter will try to kill you
You must fight to see the Spring
Warm each other under sheets
Flip over & let me do my thing

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Winter Clouds Straying From The Sky

Winter clouds straying from the sky

Fermenting love straining my pants

Fatigue settles down on your choices

Won’t remedy pain by a transplant

Heartbreak debilitating to the soul

Physical passion can’t rejuvenate

A heartfelt kiss to break the spell

Fairytales exist when you captivate

Real world complications reign down

No princess to make my escape

More inclined to discover a tramp

Pertaining to this barren landscape

 

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