Time and time again

Time and time again

I can't please myself



The cost of repetition is

a small bruise that accumulates 

over and over again 


The weight of habit is

a comfortable jacket that constricts your reach

your steps, your endurance 


The minutes are so small it is 

easy to miss how quickly they become days; become years

as hourglasses fill with sand 


The irony of a blank ceiling is

how little it tells us and

how much time we spend


waiting for the message to change 





I wish I was travelin' on a freeway

Beneath this graveyard western sky

I'm gonna set fire to this city

And out in the desert we're gonna ride




All lyrics from

Counting Crows - Time And Time Again  

Thanks to both

decoy hunches and xtle for words/titles/etc 

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