kevin

what’s up

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Lost to the Night

Our story’s finally been lost to the night

Sometimes you wonder if you were right

To leave me at this cursed street

At the spot where we used to meet

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Screens

Keep spending my days staring at a screen

As I watch my happiness on a steady decline

Been getting so bored with what I’ve seen

Catch the same commercials for the thousandth time

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No Filter

Safe to say that this mess that I’ve created

and the times when I debated were not worth it

I guess it’s my fault for being an optimist

I’ve been thinking of the paths that start from this

Found out that I’d probably go both ways,

Spend my days in this fucked up maze

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Long Nights

Long nights are becoming way too common

Thinking of those who talk about me

All it does is add fuel to this passion

‘Cause fuck it, I’m the one who’s free

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Restless

I’m waiting for my kingdom come

When I can finally be free

Coming back from this restless run

Just don’t try to stop me

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Crossroads

At the crossroads going out of town

Let’s go where nobody knows

Keep fighting ‘til we get knocked down

We’ll be watching the chaos grow

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Shakesperean Apology

This is from an English class assignment -- don’t take this too seriously...

Paris: O, my Juliet! The lone soul I admired

My heart is heavy, ‘tis hard to ignore

Wherefore doth m’lady set to retire

and pall the growth of our rapport?

For m’lady was not eft to marry

Regardless of my forepast expedience

and ‘tis a burden I still shall carry

‘Til I’m embossed by Death with obedience

I beseech all of thee to forgive me

For my transgressions hath causeth tension

And for the tax I take, I pray to thee

That the Lord shall accept this confession

O, my Juliet! I still weep with dry tears

For the life we could’ve lived in these years

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Sidewalks

New buildings popping up on every block

More groups of people crowding the sidewalks

They’re walking without any sense of direction

Under skyscrapers and their bright reflections

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Routine

When neighbors wake at the early break of dawn

To take their stake and go out to mow their lawn

Everyone’s stuck in their own endless routine

But in the end, what will any of this mean?

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Surrounded

While we wait to address our fate

Crowds wait outside the door

It’s too late to communicate

‘Cause they’re always wanting more

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Finish Line

I’m never first in anyone’s mind

Never even cross the finish line

But I’ll always be the runner-up

Running out of time

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Union Station

Hop on the trains at Union Station

Our paths have never crossed

But now in true L.A. fashion,

The connection we had is lost