Stay Gold

Such a wicked temper flare, but I thought you didnt care, I guess its just another line. A pose defending yourself with prose, youre pretty good at spitting out the things that you just read. Were still getting to you, we still get inside your head. I expected so much more you really let me down man. Standing on the side of the stage waiting for the song to end, waiting for one sloppy line so will have something to laugh about for weeks to come with all your friends. Its so easy to judge you never open yourself up, you never put your feeling on the line. How about I do you a favor, let me bring some things to light... there is nothing cool here, there is nothing smooth about the things we do. Just a mass of blood, dirt and sweat... and thats what I find beautiful. We might make fools of ourselves, we wont explain its no use, and let me tell you that your jean jacket isnt fucking bullet proof
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