Crawling hours
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Tossed off south 16th street
Growing steady, not in control
Pull your sleeves
Down though it is 93 degrees
Cause it’s not the way that you are
It’s what they wanna see, Oh Lord
I still hope your full name stays clear
Of all obituaries
I know it’s so unclear
When you’ve begged so long on bruised knees
Couldn’t feel, couldn’t
Convince myself I was real
Cause it’s not the way that you are
It’s what they wanna see, Oh Lord
Could you see, were you
Conscious as they packed to leave?
But it’s not the way that you are
It’s what you wanna be, don’t go
No, it’s not the way that you are
It’s what you soon will be
Don’t go