Omnium Gatherum - Wastrel


Yes I can''t deny the worn-out and truthful if it''s picturesque 
Just a saying... not useful 
Resolve that great chain of aging and fierce hours 
So soon it becomes annoying to us 

Yes between her thighs it was nothing 
I don''t know if she even lives but you... 
And I never was in need of touch 
Unless it would come through my heart''s shape 

Not like they who say it in today''s fashion 
Now you know what''s going on with me 
Trying to steal the light 
And in the evenings a slight chill in the air 
I''m still here breathing 
Feeling so much better than I was last year 
With a curtain of smoke 
And in the evenings a slight chill in the air 
The welkin not on my mind 
Nor anything it covers

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