I miss the daylight, I miss the leaves and dirt
While I write poetry from the trench
In a parallel timeline words don't really matter
but in this one its all I have to show
So the words come out of me, words come out of me just like
water out of a fountainhead
The clever ones cut out puzzle pieces
to scatter round in a hideous mess
In a parallel timeline they might fit together
but in this one you won't even know
Yeah the words come out of me, words come out of me just like
water out of a fountainhead
I wanna hit, I don't wanna miss, I want it
to all line up in a particular way
In a parallel timeline I could just be quiet
But in this one I've got noise to make
So the words come out of me, words come out of me just like
water out of a fountainhead
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