choking my lips i won't take the change too hard, if you want we'll end it all with a phone call...   dreading every last fight, you speed off, move on...it's a worn out war, sound the comedy horn.   i stopped freezing once, it got so cold, bones were breaking, even organs slowed...   still i want to agree, the test has melted me, and the recipe is flawed...   yes, it seems, the rain has stopped moving, and it's settled (straight) over us.    the plate in my hip kept me from swiveling off, with the body of an 80 yr old i'll, make the finish strong, fresh faced with smiles, and that's the strangest dream of all...      their relief's below   the injured retreat   and their bumps swell up   you can't lure anyone    just go and talk to all those beasts   they'll tell which road you're on      lights will change...traffic will slow...stop grinding my gears, together we speed off   afraid to turn, the straightest curves, turns and curves they cover the earth   rejected molds...rejected love...reject them both but the rejection's old      the relief's below    injuries repeat   and their cuts fell off   still you can't lure anyone   talk about to all those beasts   they'll tell you that the road, is it is gone       cheers often, they surprise   enjoy the voluble, react, give a reply      first off, when we don't talk, that's a gift to you, what's wrong   are you cursed at birth, the family swallows, as they drag behind   when all your weapons broke, you saw what worked, and it was so much harder (when you were mine)