Garbage from Despistado by Keating

I’m pulling a door
Again in a sequence (uh huh)
Stuck in the feelings
I walk to the store
I walk at the defense
Good reports
I walk with a regret

No sequence finds where I started out
No waste of honor to throw it on the ground
Each day opens up my soul and a fire is waiting
Each notion folds like diamond rings at 4am

Don’t let the mornings come
Don’t let fire heat holy
Don’t let the ocean starve itself
They didn’t hear the sirens til the water started
And the neighbors were eaten up

My this river golden
My own army’s growing old
Grazing wheat like the river has shaken
Like its cold and standing still
Now take this river
Wander action, pace yourself at will
And I won’t let you take action without rations
That’s no good.

Taking it all in and share your strife
You’re acting yourself again
You shoveled shit and spilled it in my lap
Share it lets be honest
I’ve been saving up this spit
And over its no different
I know women ain’t no fifth

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