Testo: Friends In Need Of. Other. Thoughts And Accidents.

I felt my pulse on the final pages of a book-speculate, the beats per minute show I am feeling calmer than I should. Brush your teeth and breath- convince yourself its not poison you're tasting under that false feeling of clean-

Youll recite it and ill replie to it-its as simple as they come-are you practicing it now? Theres no resentment in me telling you this -Your dreams dont live on they turn into regrets.

My conscience has never been a cheap date for me always aware of what Ive done- it never forgets a thing. It seems to me the seams I see are always ready to give- Another shot at this is all thats left to be.

Youll recite it and ill replie to it-its as simple as they come-are you practicing it now? Theres no resentment in me telling you this -Your dreams dont live on they turn into regrets.

And there worse things then heartache yeah- like thoughts of accidents -This missed time plan is timed out again -it never happens- Always aware constantly tiring -so tense -thoughts of accidents...