Wipe my eyes on heart stained sleeves

And my feet hang kicking freely


I can only taste the soggy sweatshirt strings

And the salt stuck in the back of my throat



So I'll sing, a song I'll sew

How much can we gain?

How much can we lose?



I rest my mind on feathered thoughts to fly me through these weathered storms



I am an over exposed open window photograph taken by someone I will never know



So I'll sing, a song I'll sew



Worn through winter, so let it snow



Suck it up baby boy



Wipe my nose on heart stained sleeves

Snail trails silvered up my sleeve



Why can kids be so mean?



Sit and hide count to a thousand

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