Saturday, November 27, 2010
Time, It's a Crooked Bow
In time you need to learn, to love
The ebb just like the flow
Grab hold of your bootstraps, and pull like hell
Until gravity feels sorry for you, and lets you go
As if you lack the proper chemicals to know
The way it felt the last time you let yourself fall this low
- Andrew Bird
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