From memory again:
I need a rhyme to remind myself that I’m a
diamond, when I’m stuck in the rough, off the fairway
of fair play, I don’t do this for the airplay
I do this cuz I ran outta lighter fluid and hairspray
ignite the fuselage on your airplane, Icarus
this is what – happens – when you have an – entire future that’s hairbrained
dreams and distractions, weird things are happenin
the past reacts, and tries to steer me back to it
prepared for battle, a lonely hell – to be overwhelmed
by fear and sadness, searchin, but where’s the atlas, it’s urgent that I have it
without a map for this – bout as uncertain as it gets
molesting – a machete, I’m flirting with the disasterous
winkin at – what I should be blinkin at, let me ink this tat
right over your noggin – in the spot where – Abraham Lincoln had it
deadly dances – with second chances, I met your glance again
at the Secretary of State, after gettin buried by shame
and lettin you go – without lettin you know – how I felt
then I did it again – within ten – feet of you, now it’s hell
didn’t need to be – Howard Cosell – to announce it, just tell
bound by a spell, but now doubt I’m bound to dispel
out of my jail – cell and into my promised land
I lie, cheat, and steal, but in my heart I’m an honest man…
© 2011 Paul Will Prevail
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