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Whatever Drift

by AmberHours

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1.
The Age 11:19
We’ve reached the age, The age where thinking back Seems like a good use of time. I wonder what happened And I’m glad I don’t know. I’m glad I don’t know. I live in hope that they survived, Got themselves together; Got themselves together enough To live again. I couldn’t bear to find out they didn’t. The death and waste I’ve seen is nothing, Not even a drop in the ocean. Why would I care? Why do I still? We’ve reached the age. Even if it seems that way, Why would I care? Why do I still? Thinking back Seems like a good use of time. We’ve reached the age, Thinking back. Thinking back Seems like a good use of time.
2.
There’s no looking after you, My life is apart, My life is a part. You say you want to know, To know how I live. The truth is that you don’t, But we have nothing more to discuss. My life is my fault For as long as I live. Trouble is paradise; I’ve got nothing wrong with you, Twenty-four broken hours a day. Trouble is paradise. It’s the worst I can do. My hand is weakened; I’m working On borrowed time. I’m working. You’ve done nothing wrong, as yet: You’re on a message, Sent door-to-door. Trouble is paradise Wilder tellings occur elsewhere. You stare blankly. You’re on a message. You get silence While they get screams. Trouble is paradise. In the meantime, I’m walking around With targets on my back, Empty-handed. I’ve just sell on time And let passion lead wherever it might. It’s a crawling space, Made in haste; You get silence While they get screams. You’re on a message And let passion lead Wherever it might. Trouble is paradise.
3.
Spent Time 08:48
My life is over But I’m still breathing. It’s a waste of time. Sleep now And stay within your limits. Whenever there was a loss, I scored it. I could tell the story, I could tell you the story in full, But you already know it better. For just a short time, I couldn’t miss And that pleased you. Whatever you may feel, I never lost in life. I just won at the wrong things, The things that no-one else cares about. I had a lot of love for life; Time lost it for me And now it’s over, All opportunity is misplaced. I’d like to see the good in what’s happening, But there’s none to find. I could tell the story. It’s a waste of time. It’s a waste of time.

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An archival find from 2015.

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released September 3, 2018

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