Time

I’d been high, hid away
Got me lying on the doctor’s tray
Like I got nowhere to be
Like tomorrow

Where they keep it, I don’t know
But we all know how the story folds
And I’ve been spending all I got
And some I borrowed

I’m gonna need some time
Surgeon general please
Let the people I never could let in on know my deeds

I’m gonna need some space
Until the clock drips down
I’m gonna need to shake out all my anxious for a crown
Gonna need some time

My honey surely hold me tight, surely hold me true
She ain’t a nun, but she’s no Mary Sue
She talks me ’round what’s coming to my head
And helps me play my better cards instead

But I’ma need some time
To crack it through my veins
I’m gonna cross that line
And then I’ll break that pain

I’m gonna make my style
And write it like my name
If I don’t do it right
I’m gonna go insane

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Afterwords for Afterheards

Okay, it’s finally come to this. I need to get a program to put my music together with. I hear it all in my head when I write it, but I need to just get out and do it. Catch me on the other side of your earphones…

(But I’ll still be writing while learning)