Slips and slurs
I fall on the sidelines
Loosen my tongue
What came first…
was it the homeward bound
or the air in my lungs
Why hide your words?
Expletives unused,
but I'll take your side
Need to be heard
We skip out on sleeping,
can't stop the slide
Worlds fall away
I'll give you a feeling
it's not too late
And crazy's okay
as long as the slips and slurs
all come out straight
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