post-post class post

If I sniff one more time the chick beside me is going to punch me in the nose. but it's not my fault that I have irreversible allergies and habits that require permanent illness. I've learned to deal with it, so why can't she? jesuss murphy and joseph....

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if its right there, it's the last thing I need
and when I need it now, it couldn't be farther away
it trips me up and takes me down
knocks me in the face when I'm looking down,
and kicks out my heels when I'm staring at the sky

even when I'm sick I can feel the fires rage

my head is screened with haze but my intentions don't lie
a quick reply or a passing glance,
too many chances and not enough wit in the world
she's spiraling downward, and she's taking you with her.

the only thing static is stage.
one place where energy crashes with electricity
and magic is created.
I shut my mouth, you shut your eyes and we can just leap
jump back in time or skip months ahead,
live in the song and dance in the moment
nothing to fear but the fear you won't fall,
and only one choice to make;

who do you want to be today?