i’m a pitiful creature
fueled by the hope of a new day
and every night i fall asleep disappointed
and you’re sick of empty promises
and every morning i drag myself up
to some semblance of self-sufficience
beat myself against the same wall
and wonder why i won’t change
and every night i fall asleep disappointed
and you’re sick of empty promises
my mouth is moving
and you’ve heard this all before
but we’ll both pretend my number’s not up
rhetoric won’t get me out of this
and you’re sick of empty promises,
but i’m not sick of trying just yet
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written s8jan2012.
title’s taken from a motion city soundtrack song.
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