I can't accelerate through frozen time.
© J. Patrick Sharpe
Lyrics and Music by J. Patrick Sharpe
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I can't seem to make myself get up and walk through that door
And I don't want to think about it anymore
I can't rearrange things inside my mind
(Ch) So I'll sit here in West Virginia wasting time
Yeah, I'll sit here in West Virginia wasting time
I can't distinguish my thoughts from the passing storm
The motel's cold and dark but the cigarettes keep me warm
And I can't articulate it the perceived crime (Ch)
There's crumbs in the ashtray
And ashes on the bed
The food stuck to the dinner plates keeps the roaches fed
And I can't accelerate through frozen time (Ch)
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