Hello,. Tap tap
Is this thing on?
Trying to Broadcast to the whole world right now
Sad violence, awkward silence
Tears dripping down the glass siding
Seconds left on the clock, tireless aiming waiting for the shot
3.. 2… 1…
popped the floater at the rim over Denvers 20th 25th and 6th men
The ball spins off the tips of my fingers
The crowd goes mute
Will the ball flush or will the doors shut
This was my last chance to make it up
I’ll leave it to the next runner up
Emotions were elevated as the sea tides ran low
The hue of the sky contrasts to the ink of sorrow
My eyes told lies as my heart heard the truth
The game as i knew it was over, the predictions were mainly true
It didn’t matter the amount influence I gave, You took
The orchestrated path for you
Yodel, scream, shout
All of which is the same
The voice you’ve corrugated will never be heard
The power you hold will always be passed on
The next step of the puzzle comes with a difficult ridge
The spot hasn’t yet been forged
Shall we fix the plate or change the serving?
Maybe some distance will do us good
We can’t seem to agree
You won’t take down the blinds
My eyes burn from the rays of heat
I won’t pretend I can’t feel
I won’t pretend you’re not missed or appreciated
This is the last game of the night but I’ll be back next year
I’m starting this season off protecting my Achilles
Collecting my burst of energy
Proclaiming all of my victories
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