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David Melillo

Sitting in my car But we don?t drive very far The miles wouldn?t make a difference The words I say Cancel out the way you?ll think about me from

Aim high, but shoot low Our mission is to bring this monster down with one swift blow Think fast, but move slow None of my thoughts are intact staring

So we sit at this table with our hands in our laps And we have a few drinks and we share a few laughs But now those days have past and they?re not

Give me your black lungs And your blue eyes And we'll trade them in for a new disguise Give me your best bet And your worst lie And we'll fill them

I take a walk down to the shore And I wonder how much longer I?ll sustain these steps It?s been a month since I?ve been gone And it?s been a month