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Odd Future
All that I think about
is where I could be
instead of
where I am.
As each passing day
bleeds into the next
I count the grains
of my time's diminishing sands.
My family says when
I am free I'll
need a much
stronger plan.
But I reject their
notions as all I've
ever wanted was to hear
the screaming fans.
and now I know that I'll
never pay back
the state its
fourteen grand
garnered in a time
when I was
a much
bleaker man.
All I ever think about
is a time
when I will
play again in my band.
Beathing this dead horse
has left me
with quaking
bleeding hands.
