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There was a bridge 
By the water
Built of stone and metal 

I see us there
Skipping rocks
Like we could live forever 

And I found out the hard way

I wake up in the morning
Next to you girl
It feels like paradise
(Oh yeah)
And when you lean on me and grind upon me slowly
Got that look up in your

I been judged, beaten to the ground till my confidence shattered
Thinkin' bout those others when in reality it don't matter
They call me Chick-fil-A

There is me and my old cat
A screen, an online friend
But I spent almost all of my money
For a future that's unknown
I'm not going to bed it's too

don't make sense
Like it's an interrogation room
You deserve way better than this nonsense
He's Lying
Gas lighting
You're Fighting
Still Crying
Signs

Hollow words hit like hollow points when you feel the lack of care
Hollowed to the point of hollering at God, are you there?

Not a hallow man, but

There must be some kind of way out of here
Somethings wrong now ain't it clear
Lady justice is going blind
Just like she was the other time

Praise

Bitch when I shoot u betta shoot u ain't riding for free spent band on strap fuck dying wit yeek don't be saying what do just drop da ski bitch fuck

moving backwards
Getting plastered
Know them spirits hard to kill
You can tell just by their stature
They ain't really bout that action
And I don't mean

I fucking hate my reflection in the mirror I just want it to fade
If I could disappear forever then I honestly wouldn't have to wait
Wait on all

This highway just keeps on calling me, like some old love lost memory
Time and distance, they don't mean a thing at all, to the heart that wants

clways walkin' around flippin' your hair
cctin' like he ain't there
Tried hard to impress you, it's the best he could do
But guess what, he ain't

giving off sparks

I need it that way
she got the sway
to shake me

2
passion ain't polite
tonight's a firefight
she makes me ache
like a cut from her

Said I'm already on the way
Your voice was shaking in the voicemail
You say there's too much on your plate
Said I could put it all away for you

I don't play boy
No respect to Hugh Heffner
No pleasure 'less I'm gripping mics with true effort
Every time I write is a chance for me to do better

the clichés,
I'm always older, older than yesterday.

Clothes don't seem to fit me like they did when I was young,
For all the tunes you've heard, I've left

listened no one
I'm ok to move by myself
Even it's a hard and lonely way
I know where I'm going
Hey, Hero, you always wanna say in Mirror
Hey, Mirror, you

Clear your vision through my eyes
My hearts on you

Does it hurt when I walk away
Does it hurt when you want to stay
Just hold my hand let's go
Walk with

the hell do you mean no more service 

There's a story of a girl like you 
way out on Archer Avenue 
by the Resurrection gates 
in a bone white dress she

got an opening, but you seem preoccupied…
“croquet?”

“Bullingdon boy - how’s about a pogrom?
“it’s us against the hoi polloi! What do you mean you’re

don't know when it will be.
But one of these days our savior we will see.

Copyright 2020 by David Erickson

Florida, it’s like another world 
Flying cock a roaches   
and  billionaires molesting teenage girls  
By my third day in Florida, I gave up and made a list

Been through the storms
Thunder and rain
Pushed down by my pain
I'm surprised I haven't
Drowned in my tears
Over the years

Been a punching bag

in a crowd full of faces
Inventing ourselves on a daily basis
Sometimes we need to just get high
Sometimes it's just enough to just get by
I always