Logs and Supplements

I cried when I wrote this song. Sue me if I play too long.

I’ll make it this time.

I’m ready to cross that fine line.

These aren’t my words, but then there’s no such thing as a pure originality.

Unless you’re God, and

No I haven’t been drinking nor toking; I am in fact sober as the Judge.

I’m just awake maybe finally I think.

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