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COME AND GONE

I keep appointments with myself. The time’s so hard to find.

It seems to help my mental health to break these habits.

I weigh my words before I speak. Don’t want to sound a fool.

Same bloody business every week. It goes on and on.

 

And it’s come and gone. Come and gone. 

The moment showed, but not for long.

 

And in my corner coffee shop, I watch the waitresses.

Hours before I got the nerve...must break these habits. 

The girl with glasses was the one. She seemed so shy and sweet.

But I just tripped over my tongue. The separation’s now complete.

 

I’ve come and gone. Come and gone. 

I had the chance. The time was wrong.

 

Don’t tap the thin glass of my head.

Cause the black birds circle there again.

A sea of faces in my sleep. So crowded in my dreams.

I count a million fucking sheep.

 

I’m staring at my trembling hands. Don’t let them make fists now.

My legs so weak that I can’t stand. I hate these habits.  

 

It’s come and gone. Come and gone. Come and gone. 

The moment showed but not for long.

I had the chance. The time was wrong.

 

 

Jim Walker - Bass, Guitars, Keyboards, Percussion, Sequencing, Lead Vx, BG Vx

Tiffany Carlson - BG Vx