I felt my pulse on the final
pages of a book-speculate,
the beats per minute show
I am feeling calmer than I should.
Brush your teeth and breath-
convince yourself its not poison
you're tasting under that false feeling of clean-
Youll recite it and ill replie
to it-its as simple as they
come-are you practicing it now?
Theres no resentment in me telling you this
-Your dreams dont live on they turn into regrets.
My conscience has never been
a cheap date for me always
aware of what Ive done
- it never forgets a thing.
It seems to me the seams
I see are always ready to give
- Another shot at this is all thats left to be.
Youll recite it and ill replie
to it-its as simple as they
come-are you practicing it now?
Theres no resentment in me telling you this
-Your dreams dont live on they turn into regrets.
And there worse things then heartache yeah
- like thoughts of accidents
-This missed time plan is timed out again
-it never happens
- Always aware constantly tiring
-so tense
-thoughts of accidents...