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John
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We camped out beside the quarry and the trees did hide
Our adolescent bodies from our parents and the world
And though not quite alone
found peace in being alone
And we told stories of
the girls we loved
and what we had outgrown
Felled a sycamore so we could learn how all great things are
destined to be turned to smoke and breathed into our lungs
and I could just be me
and he could just be free
from being under the influence
how different
our lives used to be
Seldom do I think about him now
but there’s no way I’m forgetting
Hoping that I never will allow
to waste myself now I’m regretting
all the choices I have ever made
that lead me to compromise
a life that really is’t mine to trade.
How am I suppose to empathise
He grew up too fast
never did return
never did i see him
and never would he know
that maybe I’d have saved
if only we had stayed
camped out in the woodland
i know I shouldn’t
but that’s just how it goes
Seldom do I think about him now
but there’s no way I’m forgetting
Hoping that I never will allow
to waste myself now I’m regretting
all the choices I have ever made
that lead me to compromise
a life that really isn’t mine to trade.
How am I suppose to empathise
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we might owe our lives to different gods
play the same hand with different odds
but under neon light
we’re just as bright/the same tonight
and in this moment was he really worth
the bruises and broken earth
such a complicated birth
never was too proud to beg
I’m going to take my time
piss running down my leg
taking back what once was mine
karma shows up like you’ve met before
and suggests that you love the war
more than what you are fighting for
what are we fighting to for?
it fills me up with dread
i’m not finished yet
but won’t you take my life instead
what a way to be remembered
like a martyr for the cause
on a cross of scaffold boards
better than being ignored
who you calling simple now
comforted by the unlikely hope
dressed in his camel overcoat
a ringside seat just behind the ropes
undeterred by seeming out of place
he'd put his fingers around my face
and tell me that i might be okay
red blood rushes from his head
they called it at the scene
piss running down my leg
you don’t know what judgement means
it fills me up with dread
i’m not finished yet
but won’t you take my life instead
what a way to be remembered
like a martyr for the cause
on a cross of scaffold boards
better than being ignored
who you calling simple now
fill me up with dread
i’m not finished yet
but won’t you take my life instead
what a way to be remembered
oh don’t take him away don’t take him away
do you want to see me crushed
oh don’t take him away don’t take him away
i gave away too much or i have lost too much or i have lost enough
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The Golden Dregs London, UK
searching for the light in the pouring rain
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