Gray's Sports Almanac & the Keys to the DeLorean

from /​/​/ by Young///Savage

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I'm swimming in bed sheets,
doing my best not to sink into subconsciousness
But there ain't a whole lot going on,
just a mound of dirty laundry, piled to the ceiling
I'm breathing in stale dust and oxygen,
wondering where are all my friends?

And at what point does uncertainty stop and clarity begin?
It's all bullshit

This tongue is ill of excuses and trite conversation
I want to be revived, elated, or inspired
but it's all the same old shit, again and again
Waiting for the sun to set,
praying God don't judge me for my sins

Traveling through time with no stars for guiding light,
Just city smog and dull street signs
My body is a vessel

I'm drowning in this pint glass,
reminding myself time is just a relative concept
By the time this glass is empty,
my love will have all but dried up
A youth measured in toxins draining with my piss
undecided if I believe love still exist
Now I'm tired, my dreams are uninspired
They're just boring recollections
of the day's that I let slip

Traveling through time with no stars for guiding lights,
just city smog and dull street signs
My body is a vessel

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from /​/​/, released October 11, 2011

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