Leave the Light On
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Leave the light on,
so I can make my way home,
or leave the place dark,
and I'll walk by alone.
I've been left in the dark,
I'm not sure what's going on,
but I know I can't see the path,
and I know the path is long....and maybe I'm wrong,
but I'll pretend to be right,
and I suppose I could wait until morning,
and then in the sunlight,
I can dance in fresh sunkissed skin,
and I can redo what I hope to rebegin,
I'm falling in...line,
but I'm growing impatient,
I'm shooting spitballs at the professors while the other students sit quietly complacent....I'm writing songs in the basement,
and on the top floor,
if my neighbors keep telling me to turn it down,
I'm going to turn it up some more.
I'm turning down the bore,
and looking for some action,
and I always feel sore,
after you given me so much satisfaction.
But I'll quickly heal and be ready for anything else to want to give,
I've misplaced the instructions to the life I was hoping to live.
Believe me, it's of catastrophic levels,
surrounding our thoughts with the push and pull of angels and devils.
The angels come with their angelic sounds,
and the demons' drums beat in my head quite loud,
and I'm ashamed and proud...all at once,
and I'll listen to both sides until I've heard enough.
then I discard both theories and sets of rules,
I don't seek advice from scholars or fools,
I'm following my heart and the rumbling in my chest,
and eventually I figure out everything more or less,
and whether doomed or blessed
I have reservations for an eternity of self-governing,
and I might miss the apocolapse and the second coming,
but when they dropped me on this earth I wasn't moving but the ground was running.....and I've almost caught up to it.
Leave the light on,
so I can make my way home,
or leave the place dark,
and I'll walk by alone.
I've been left in the dark,
I'm not sure what's going on,
but I know I can't see the path,
and I know the path is long....and maybe I'm wrong,
but I'll pretend to be right,
and I suppose I could wait until morning,
and then in the sunlight,
I can dance in fresh sunkissed skin,
and I can redo what I hope to rebegin,
I'm falling in...line,
but I'm growing impatient,
I'm shooting spitballs at the professors while the other students sit quietly complacent....I'm writing songs in the basement,
and on the top floor,
if my neighbors keep telling me to turn it down,
I'm going to turn it up some more.
I'm turning down the bore,
and looking for some action,
and I always feel sore,
after you given me so much satisfaction.
But I'll quickly heal and be ready for anything else to want to give,
I've misplaced the instructions to the life I was hoping to live.
Believe me, it's of catastrophic levels,
surrounding our thoughts with the push and pull of angels and devils.
The angels come with their angelic sounds,
and the demons' drums beat in my head quite loud,
and I'm ashamed and proud...all at once,
and I'll listen to both sides until I've heard enough.
then I discard both theories and sets of rules,
I don't seek advice from scholars or fools,
I'm following my heart and the rumbling in my chest,
and eventually I figure out everything more or less,
and whether doomed or blessed
I have reservations for an eternity of self-governing,
and I might miss the apocolapse and the second coming,
but when they dropped me on this earth I wasn't moving but the ground was running.....and I've almost caught up to it.
