Neurons firing randomly
in the half-wit ill-lit almost dream
with your misplaced friends and their memories
Guts always get spilt when someone’s half asleep
I’m here, but I feel neverendingly there
I’m here, but I don’t feel anywhere
I don’t feel anywhere
When all the complaints and nails have been filed
we’ll try to forget about them for a while
We’ll watch the trees dying, with bare arms spread wide
and shoulders hunched at the sky, whispering
“Is this what we endured for?”
Gord, I weakened
But when the whole world’s an ocean of snow
It only matters where you stay,
it doesn’t matter where you go
I’m here, but I feel neverendingly there
I’m here, but I don’t feel anywhere

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