Sweet.Blood.Taste

merging the way
that we did yesterday, wrong direction
the traffic we'll know
the traffic is slow, and thoughtless
the wheel it is still, on the concrete and green, way home
and it is alone
a divsion unknown, a split decision

climbing the floors and im not running
through revolving doors and you're not driving
the barrier stands between your hands and me
sorry

you said i made
you said you said i made a bad decision
i said i made a mistake
failure without recognition
but how would i know
know of what consequence, had i first seen
i kiss you in vain
how california hates, had i'd not been

closing the doors and i am running
past video stores and you are driving
a battery stands between your hands and me
sorry

you have got to be the last one standing

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