I don't wanna lose this one before it is too late
Things just have a way of slipping through my fingers
When the strongest of convictions sort of gets bent out of shape
When the gnawing claw of doubt still lingers
You don't lose, don't lose
No pieces will you lose
After all you've done for me
It's the least I can do for you
You don't lose, don't lose
No pieces will you ever lose
After all you've done for me
As lonely as the final leaf swept from the barren tree
And the drugs, they don't go deep enough to set you free
And the fan blades reflect halo effects when I look up and see you
When the words won't frame the room you're in, pictures will have to do
To live inside these ruins where you move without a sound
Oh, to live inside this skin again and die outside your town
Oh, to break forth into sonnets
Oh Lord, keep me coming back
The stories that you tell your head to keep your heart intact
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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