1, 2, 1, 2...
know a man, his face seems pulled and tense
like hes riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds
so i approach with tact
suggest that he should relax
but hes always moving much too fast
said hell see me on the flipside
on this trip hes taken for a ride
hes been taking too much on
there he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
there he goes...
hes yet to come back
but ive seen his picture
it doesnt look the same up on the rack
we go way back
i wonder about his insides
its like his thoughts are too big for his size
hes been taken... where, i dont know?
off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope
and there he goes...
and now i rub my eyes, for he has returned
seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
for he still smiles...
and hes still strong
nothings changed, but the surrounding bullshit that has grown
and now hes home
and were laughing like we always did
my same old, same old friend
until a quarter-to-ten
i saw the strain creep in
he seems distracted and i know just what is gonna happen next
before his first step
hes off again
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