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Great Whites
If I'm lonely, don't bother
Don't bother talking
Or walking faster to catch up,
I've already grown past that,
Since then it's been pins and needles
To be perfectly clear
I'm tired of fear
And fed up with the feather
Tickling my insides
Trying to make me jump up
And scrape the sky
Hot lamps hit me
As soon as the memories strike,
Hours of infamy replay
In my head for future effect
And oh how the future waits
For my struggles to let loose
In cold sober stones throw reach
Another lesson I bought
For the wild cats to preach
I'm here for the year
The month, the week,
The whole god damn day
For your information
But the minute I remember
Is another lease on sanity
That I'm weeks overdue on,
The Sharks swim close
I saddle up on a great white
As much as a great white
Saddles up on him,
I'm all glory and piss
And not enough accuracy
For a near perfect miss
So when I'm lonely
Don't know me
Don't phone me
Or hold me,
Just know that I'm lonely and nod
