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Another version yet to come

Thorn stuck in the thumb of the matter

Hitchhike your way away

Though the pain is too great to ever escape

Another shoulder side to call home

Seems the only road ever known leads nowhere

Not to the source of the cling and clatter

Where the heart and thumb of the matter exists



It doesn’t take a lot to know this:

We fucked up

Shot up and stuck up

Never spoke up

And when we did

We woke up too late

Too broken to break

One more link in the chain



Take it literal, otherwise not at all

I don’t call to waste energy on useless talk

Small conversation doesn’t get me off

If it does you, then get off my back and the phone

Give me back my time and words

I’d have rather said them in my head alone

Than go and watch them be buried alive

In aimless breath that amounts to nothing



It doesn’t take a lot to know this:

We fucked up

Shot up and stuck up

Never spoke up

And when we did

We woke up too late

Too broken to break

One more link in the chain



It’s just a lack of trust

Fault given to the nature of us

We’re just shot up and stuck up

Too broken to look up even after the moment’s pasted



It doesn’t take a lot to know this:

We fucked up

Shot up and stuck up

Never spoke up

And when we did

We woke up too late

Too broken to break

One more link in the chain