| | Everyone worth sleeping sleeps
And I remain awake
A soldier in the march toward an
Inevitable
Cliff
Memories that belong to someone else
Revive my own
Words that belong to someone else
Spur my own
And nothing will be just fine
Nothing will be just fine
My memory serves me well
When I want to write
Even when I don't
And it doesn't bother me
It's the present that
Kills me
When I start to recognize
Or think that I recognize
Similar patterns lining my path
March on soldier
March
And nothing will be just fine
Nothing will be just fine
Explosions!
My crackling synapse
Turns my thoughts against
My thoughts against
My thoughts
Just enough
To remind me
Of how wrong this is
How I'm marching toward my death
I am a felled firefighter in this clash
I am a triumph and I am
A disease
I am my own cancer
And nothing will be just fine
Nothing will be just fine
If I could take my leave
To the beaches
Where bodies line the shore
Like frays on the edge of
A worn page
I would lay there
In the sun
With you
And now I am not a soldier
I am a man
I am a boy
I am content
And something will be just fine
Maybe everything will turn out just fine
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