Oh hell yes I do, I drag them from the past
Plantings not followed through, rewriting them, at last
Morsels that I dropped or threw, no insights gleaned or gained
Lines in my mind, that grew, musings that remain
Don't judge the intent or reasons, it's never easy to explain
Changing with the seasons, something, I can't restrain
Yeah, I have been dredging up old words, and recycling my lines
Pouring over old accords, while paying higher fines
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Oh hell yes I do, I drag them from the past
Plantings not followed through, rewriting them, at last
Morsels that I dropped or threw, no insights gleaned or gained
Lines in my mind, that grew, musings that remain
Don't judge the intent or reasons, it's never easy to explain
Changing with the seasons, something, I can't restrain
Yeah, I have been dredging up old words, and recycling my lines
Pouring over old accords, while paying higher fines
