August 2, 2010 by admin in Garbage


Center on the wide horizon.
Focus on the galaxy.
Sweep away your expectations.
And recognise your enemies.

But here you’re talking to yourself,
You’re stripping off for someone else.
You’ve got to learn to love yourself,
It’s all that counts; there’s little else.

You’re always looking for affection
And all its possibilities.
Your sense of searching for attention,
Emerging need of gravity.

I think you think you’re someone else,
You’ve got to learn to save yourself
Before you find there’s nothing left,
But bitterness and holiness.

And afterglow.
And afterglow.

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