EVERYTHING’S A SEED (E G C G B E)
Your eyes look like stars tonight. Just spinning in my head. Shooting through the sky.
If you told me one hundred times I still wouldn’t be sure. I still wouldn’t know why. It just doesn’t sound right.
No one knows which way to turn. Some people say they do. Some people do they say. Do people so they may.
But only on Tuesdays.
No one does a selfless deed. Everything returns. Everything’s a seed.
So if you’re holding up the sun and you says it’s getting hot but you’re saving everyone.
You’re not saving anyone.
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