Wait Out the Days

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When the memory is a blank page

And the teeth in your mouth are all clinches

You heart is a bag of rocks your

Soul is a pile of ashes on the sidewalkThere's an eagle scout project

I used to come to to feel some kind of magic

Now a story less, we'll wait out the days

Wait out the days till death comes to claimAnything that life didn't already take

You can wait out the days

The catch 22s are all

Catching up with youThey're laying all over the middle ground

You were walking on to avoid 'em

And it's too late to turn around

On the corner of MorissonThere's a shop that sells bracelets

And little glass ornaments

Looking in you can feel the magic

And wait out the days