Off The Vine

…you keep yours, and I’ll burn mine.

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These words that are spoken in earnest, and devoid of any malice.  I care not for that which came before. I tread ever so lightly into the dawn, eyes open and heavy of heart.

Once broken from the vine, all at once dark and withering. If you fold me, hold me under again.

Fold Me

Prison fights overnight
Leaving you to understand
Traffic lights who is right
Leaving you to understand

And I fly on a wing and a prayer
And I try forget all that is there

Prison fights overnight
Who was right
Leaving you to understand

If you fold me
Hold me under again

Faded roses off the vine
You keep yours and I’ll burn mine
Snapshots yellowed over time
Chill the glass that’s left behind

And I fly on a wing and a prayer
And I try forget all that is there

Faded roses off the vine
You keep yours and I’ll burn mine

If you fold me
Hold me under again

-Blabpipe

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About Blabpipe

Rock Alternative Band for the Masses - Quite possibly the last Bastion of Hope left in the Galaxy
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2 Responses to Off The Vine

  1. Pingback: Off The Vine | Crandew

  2. crandew says:

    Reblogged this on Crandew and commented:
    Wicked cool stuff! 🙂

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