Burning Midnight Oil

Here’s to burning this flesh instead of using a blade

A fine balance is not a simple task

We all learn life’s weight

And we await your promises

To let the smoke clear and these illusions scale down existence and I’m lonesome

Here’s to pressing midnight oil

Instead of searching for comfort in pavement

These hands they learn to write as they tremble to this life’s weight

And we await your Promises

To let the smoke clear and these illusions scale down existence and I’m lonesome

I’m so lonesome

Did you fall to your contagion

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Nd I promise To let the smoke clear and these illusions Scale down existence and I’m lonesome I’m so…. lonesome