Wednesday, October 12, 2022

Every day is a guilt trip

EVERY DAY IS A GUILT TRIP (E A D G B E)

Every day I can start again. Every day I can pick up where I left off.

Every day I can jump ship. Every day is a guilt trip.

And your eyes are clear as night. Your hands are cold; your eyes are in my eyes.

And you shine as clear as night. You’re moving on but always by my side.

 

Every day I could wake up. Every day it could all come undone.

Every day I could let it slip. Every day is a guilt a trip.

And I follow you like a star. Even though sometimes I’ve got no clue where you are.

I just look for the shape of your voice. I used to think I had a choice.

 

Every day I can make one. Every day I can look up at the sun.

Every day I can lose my grip. Every day is a guilt trip.

Every day is a guilt trip.

Every day is a guilt trip.

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