Her I sit, just trying to write
Applying to jobs like that’s my life’s plight
To pave right ahead, don’t think till I’m dead
Grows heavy feelings in fingers like lead
What feels not genuine in things I’m sendin them?
I try and be real yet I see I pretend again
Again and again, deceits all I’m lendin them
Breath nice and slow and try an begin again
Again and again, nothings been mended friend
Take what you’ve got and take what you’ve done
Throw all that on paper, compressed into one
Page
One single page
My resume
What does it say of me?
Dry tidbits of years and hours that came from me
Once it was sang from me
Once pulsed and rang from me
Like torrents of heart, blood, and tears
It all drained from me
Left out in the sun, some dry shrinking things
The future will come
Let it bring what it brings
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Her I sit, just trying to write
Applying to jobs like that’s my life’s plight
To pave right ahead, don’t think till I’m dead
Grows heavy feelings in fingers like lead
What feels not genuine in things I’m sendin them?
I try and be real yet I see I pretend again
Again and again, deceits all I’m lendin them
Breath nice and slow and try an begin again
Again and again, nothings been mended friend
Take what you’ve got and take what you’ve done
Throw all that on paper, compressed into one
Page
One single page
My resume
What does it say of me?
Dry tidbits of years and hours that came from me
Once it was sang from me
Once pulsed and rang from me
Like torrents of heart, blood, and tears
It all drained from me
Left out in the sun, some dry shrinking things
The future will come
Let it bring what it brings
