Phil Writes Songs Like Kevin Seconds, He Can't Help It
it feels like I'm racing parked cars, and it feels like we're tied at the finish line. and if i'm moving at all I can't be moving fast, and I'm nostalgic for those things I didn't like in the past. the sad songs will just keep you sad. and that mythic times' significance I'd never understand, but it haunts me like the ghost of those endless cups of coffee, I've always been one joke behind. I'm done catching up. we're not yet the broken, tired husks of men. no, our minds are still healthy, our bodies still strong, and out hands are still young, yes our fingers need blisters. lets stop singing about our failures and start acting like our mothers really think we could be and what they think we could do because its probably true, yes it's probably true. in my yellow and red seminary, in my little spanish holy city, well I've seen it's seedy underbelly, I've packed my bags I'm getting ready I've packed my bags and now I'm singing 'motion to me when you want to start moving. i've been standing here for months and I'm looking to just get going. so lets ride on the setbacks of ideas to bring us in new direction, find connections, and leave our shitty jobs at the fucking workplace and try to find some energy to move us once again!
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