...and I miss home, and I miss the closets, the windows, the hallways And when we are gone, who will keep up the garden? Like a mother calling her boy
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Too seldom sanguine, Always crying over closed doors You should feel like you should, You should feel like you should adapt well with a wistful
broke the big ones An ugly voice singing of the commons with such an intense hunger The tallest tree with reservations to grow Try to grit your teeth
Oh hey, how was your day? I wonder if it will speak through your smile, with an alike jaw, wonder if they will have the same fire for fauna I have questions
I'm looking more like you everyday old man, in every way I'm feeling phantom pains from the fire you've dropped on your legs I'm storing my uplifting-
give her back and give him back to her her charlie stayed fenced in on underwood road, she grew old and she forever took off her riding boots youve been
I am a bird afraid of heights, I am afraid of everything And for the first time in my life, I can't be alone Through seasons you learn to weather Small
, old men walking and the reveries badgering me My longevity lays in my feet, I'm counting fridays on calendars I'm seeing signs in my yellow teeth I
I woke up not enough awake today, just to take in the smell of the fake red poinsettias, Well, I'm well aware I'm treating life as a way to pass the time
its always that one time, the worse was so much bigger than the better idle minds wasted on running water that wont flow, just fall. a peace of mind
You cant see but you're the best at hearing the friends we could be Insipid but still charming the hair off of our tongues, singing of dying early just
One drop was all it took Throwing rocks through ice How is our footing chosen wisely? Do you hunch over? You know my shrug And I can't pass The past if
