This is turning out to be a sundry thing
Oddball bowties and impurities
Fruits of our labor no, vegetables of lethargy
We are always one of a kind
Listen to our veracious lies
Once in a blue we let them out
Nobody can know, everybody will know our name
Why do I always feel bad? I know I shouldn’t feel bad
I should be grateful for the rain
It’s all upside down, but I’ll be fine
I’ll take my time, I can find a way someday
It’s all right side up, I’ve had enough
Life is rough, what can I say?
Is it weird to desire change?
The sudden urge to rearrange
To color outside the laid down lines
I’m not saying to start all over
Or to tear down and build a new
I just need something different to do
Nothing to run from, there’s nothing to run from here
I must of imagined, guess I just imagined
Apologies my darling dear
We’re all glistening, with our sweat
Let’s make a bet, the stakes are set, soaring
They’re all listening, but you’re not yet
You’re in my bed, snoring
The world will always spin, so just tell me where and when
Play it cool and lay low, give me the coordinates then we’ll go
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
This is turning out to be a sundry thing
Oddball bowties and impurities
Fruits of our labor no, vegetables of lethargy
We are always one of a kind
Listen to our veracious lies
Once in a blue we let them out
Nobody can know, everybody will know our name
Why do I always feel bad? I know I shouldn’t feel bad
I should be grateful for the rain
It’s all upside down, but I’ll be fine
I’ll take my time, I can find a way someday
It’s all right side up, I’ve had enough
Life is rough, what can I say?
Is it weird to desire change?
The sudden urge to rearrange
To color outside the laid down lines
I’m not saying to start all over
Or to tear down and build a new
I just need something different to do
Nothing to run from, there’s nothing to run from here
I must of imagined, guess I just imagined
Apologies my darling dear
We’re all glistening, with our sweat
Let’s make a bet, the stakes are set, soaring
They’re all listening, but you’re not yet
You’re in my bed, snoring
The world will always spin, so just tell me where and when
Play it cool and lay low, give me the coordinates then we’ll go
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