and if I'm wasting all your
time
this time
maybe you never learned to
take
and if I'm hanging on to your
shade
I guess I'm way beyond the
pale
and southern men can grow gold
can grow pertty
blood can be pertty
like a delicate man
copper to steel
to a hinge that is faltered
that let's you in let's you
in let's you in
something's just keeping you
numb
you told me last night
you were a sun now with your
very own
devoted satellite
happy for you
and I am sure that I hate
you
too sons too many too many
able fires
and if I'm wasting all your
time
this time
I think you never learned
to take
and if I'm hanging on to your
shade
I guess I'm way beyond the
pale
Marco Giunco |
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