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letra de castaways - omnom

[verse 1]
‘ey
i’m tired of waiting
put it on the mantle, or trash it face it
it’ll never happen unless we make it
i guess you could say that i’m just impatient
wasting light in a vacant place is a sp-ce a timeline i can taste
and i find my eyesight often raised to embrace a fading skyline
wait…
let me catch up a little bit
i’ve been baited on a breath i held to reel in the bigger fish
i’m insatiable at best and my patience is iffy
debilitatingly self critical with narcissistic tendencies
one more last time?
yes please thank you
whats another hair of the dog that spanks you?
just another customary tough luck bad news, some one in cemetery digging up a sad tune
what little ditty is playing through his head, as he drudges out the humble work of making his own bed?
which lullaby to lay rockabye baby when the bough breaks?
cl-ssical or heavy metal?
soft and sweet or fast paced?
maybe just the echoes of the sentiments he misplaced in instances that distanced him from figuring his which ways
you could ask him but i doubt out he even knows, and if he does he’ll probably take it with him down into that hole
sh-t

[hook x2]
lazy days
castaways and hazy haste
an absence in the afternoons from basking with the vain and dazed
ambrosia in the amylase
ashes in the aftertaste

[bridge]
complacent but a skipping stone throw from comfortability
trying to maintain the latter while i squash the former’s k!lling me
i swear
that i’ll probably be the death of me
in fact i swear upon my life that i’ll be the death of me
fair’s fair
point blank or poison in the recipe
some choices will last you for more or less a century
either way when i finally retired of flying
i wanna go out like a second hand lion

[verse 2]
tired of tired, tonight i’m stapling open both my eye lids
(wide)
tight and wired i’ll doodle on some cataracts for blind spots
admittedly ignorant but i know what i’m missing;
billions of simians kissing a ringed fist in submission
i’ll k!ll the king
and wouldn’t think to fill the position, uphold my kindred as the pillars of this intimate system
we’ll still sing
even when the neighbours are wincing, because they b-mp a lot of trash that i put with willingly
it’s win win
just another print in asymmetry, so lets swig another batch of the mix and match chemistry
clink clink
to fill another gl-ss with memory
do what thou wilt
up like a stem down like a hilt

[hook x3]
lazy days
castaway in hazy haste
an absence in the afternoons from basking with the vain and dazed
ambrosia in the amylase
ashes in the aftertaste

- omnom

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