Even though I know that it’s red
It’s green in my head
Is this the part that I can hide?
Another done deal
Locked up
Sealed tight
Pass the bread
Finding clever ways to breach your heart
From the inside
I keep your seasons in my hourglass
Shake, shake, shake
Beyond my windowsill
When too much time has passed
I slot the Sun upon the shelf
Testing patience in myself
And dust it off for morning
Roll it up towards grateful skies
Intercepted by the sighs
Wrought by wrath and worry
First anointed in its ancient times
Surrender now your voice
To the almighty gun
Endeavoring for choice
When there’s nothing to be won
Such affectionate toys
For demented young boys
Delivered and done
Fields of invitation sway
Along the lines of triggered trip mines
Adjusting down a bit too much
Calls are creeping out
Remember fast the signs
Atone with love
You’re lost in mine
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
Even though I know that it’s red
It’s green in my head
Is this the part that I can hide?
Another done deal
Locked up
Sealed tight
Pass the bread
Finding clever ways to breach your heart
From the inside
I keep your seasons in my hourglass
Shake, shake, shake
Beyond my windowsill
When too much time has passed
I slot the Sun upon the shelf
Testing patience in myself
And dust it off for morning
Roll it up towards grateful skies
Intercepted by the sighs
Wrought by wrath and worry
First anointed in its ancient times
Surrender now your voice
To the almighty gun
Endeavoring for choice
When there’s nothing to be won
Such affectionate toys
For demented young boys
Delivered and done
Fields of invitation sway
Along the lines of triggered trip mines
Adjusting down a bit too much
Calls are creeping out
Remember fast the signs
Atone with love
You’re lost in mine
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