| The Anti-Hero Makes His Way |
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| My broken up speech to the ocean |
| As it holds the sun on it’s shoulders |
| I’m waving goodbye as my words chase it away |
| I’m choking up bits of history |
| My swollen eyes at the sight of it’s mystery |
| I’m wondering now if this is all subsequent |
| And it’s strange I still fear that |
| There’s no point in being here |
| Why? |
| The change is in the needles that are counting down time |
| So stay near |
| Cause if you die that’ll be the very day that I do |
| And I’ll still need you |
