Sunday, May 14, 2023

It's precious

IT’S PRECIOUS (E G# C# F# B E)

It’s precious. How will you spend it? Every colour in a ball. Just hanging, somehow suspended. From a string around my neck. And I don’t want to wring it out like a towel. All this heaviness just weighs me down. Weighs me down. Every moment, big or small. Just floating over the back fence. On a scale from one to now. And I don’t to wring it out like a towel. All this heaviness just weighs me down. I don’t miss a thing I just close my eyes. And turn my chin towards the sky. I don’t miss a thing I just close my eyes.


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