You came in
Like a summer storm, like a circus
With all your hounds howling at the moon
Raising hell
You painted
The night sky red
With all the paints you kept
In your back pocket
James, what do you do
When you're tired
Does anyone pick up the slack
For you
I, I seem to trust
This man who walks the line
Perhaps that's a foolish thing
Fooling thing to do
But something's hard
And avoidable
Some take sips
While others gulp it down
You and I
Both drink with both hands on the glass
And I forget to breathe
Sometimes I forget to breathe
James, what do you do
When you're tired
Does anyone pick up the slack for
For you
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