mulligan

Its just ten feet away from the next moment.  Will it tear you up inside or will it make you a better you, remains to be, when the time is through all you can do is look back at how it was and how far you've come through this life of tedium.  Now I'm workin' here with bullshit, here i sit waiting for the next line to channel through me to my fingers bleed through the pen, write it up-let it bleed, read it to the end and then tear it up, make a ball, throw it at the wall.  Yell at whatever God isn't there pretending not to care, aloofness foolishness play through the end before you flip the cassette and play it all again.