Hot Red Faced
by XII
Doctors want me to cool it
I will win the race
Strum the banjo
Break the tape
You are not an obstacle
But you are not a friend
Did you even care to call
I ain't gonna answer
You are not my mother
Never listened either
Something had to break
Pull us both down too
All around a tempest thing
Quieter, no padded shoes
Coming home to someone
I lost it down the drain
Hold the tempo/break the choir
About Me
- XII
- All of this bad thinking gets boys in heaps of trouble. You know, you know?
There is some writing and shit here. I guess you could read it.
Here is the stuff that I write. Because I am a writer: songs, poems, stories. It's all here folks. No one, I think, reads this super intently and it's mostly just a nice record of my writing. I also just like having a blog. But, if you're here feel free to read anything at your leisure. XII
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