I am the sweater
for while you weather the weather
I am the warmth
of a holey disposition
you’re frigid but are you cold?
you’re paid but are you sold?
More or less I am told
I am the sweater
for whether you weather the weather
I am the calm
of a shying shielded sun
you’re loud but have you told?
you’re here but are you bold?
More or less I am told
You are the body for a cardigan
all that you seem at its seams
You are the knitted lion with its mane
of a proud and brilliant claim
you’re hungry but have you fed?
you roar but have you said?
confessed a truth in red
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Jun 18, 2011
Jun 18, 2011 at 7:13 AM UTC
I am the sweater
for while you weather the weather
I am the warmth
of a holey disposition
you’re frigid but are you cold?
you’re paid but are you sold?
More or less I am told
I am the sweater
for whether you weather the weather
I am the calm
of a shying shielded sun
you’re loud but have you told?
you’re here but are you bold?
More or less I am told
You are the body for a cardigan
all that you seem at its seams
You are the knitted lion with its mane
of a proud and brilliant claim
you’re hungry but have you fed?
you roar but have you said?
confessed a truth in red
pull this thread
pull this thread.