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matrix (one down at least) - telethon lyrics

you can occupy your time with “you’ll make it if you try.”
with the unexplained long drive;
a complete layout of your life

once you can occupy that view
say ‘f*ck your bummer attitude.’
all that reasoning seem stupid. once you push it beside

you won’t need to address all you left behind
don’t you worry ‘bout it, baby, oh your only concern
“do i go left or right?” don’t you worry bout ‘em, baby
speak ill the dweebs in private
but to their faces all be kind
spray dust the shelves every month or so, and
don’t let your houseplants die

centrifugal force has kept me in between
thе protection of pickets i buried holеs beneath
i swore this would never become the new me
sardonic as it may seem, i am sincere
i’m not getting any better any how by being here
balcony ‘bout twenty feet. bet i’d survive the leap

outdid 2011 to 2015
broke up some of the concrete
of your whole neurochemistry
oh, but you’re not out of the woods yet
if the thought don’t escape your mind
no, you’re not out of the woods
if that thought brings a piece of your mind

and with the secret communicatin’ forgin’ ahead
your arguments are cogent
but there’s noise that’s disrupting
“emotional bullsh*t” and the voices that tell you to say
everyday that it’s okay to say

now we’re making progress, won’t you take a seat?
that sinus disinfectant spray could take a week
got time. work release. très magnifique

to whom do i owe this fight?
man, what do i owe this neon brewery sign?
i’ll take a minute to ride that old rhetorical beat

productivity down ‘round 2016
i guess the slack gave pause to the sound
of that whole ‘listening to your soul’ thing

oh no, you’re not out of the woods yet
if the thought can’t escape your mind
can you be out of the woods
if the thought brings a peace to your mind?
and halfway to baton rouge, you may recall that you did
not prepare for a stone to snipe a chunk from the
winshield. the wipers rubbing dull from years of
pushing off sleet and packed on ice in sheets
think you ought to jot that one down. one down at least

calling your friends up only to tell them you’re fine
if you get out of the woods somehow
don’t forget how to find them

no, you’re not out of the woods
if the thought can’t escape your mind
can you be out of the woods
if the thought brings a peace to your mind?

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