Before earth leaves me
someday under the sun
the moon will explode
My humble abode no more
And no bullet will outrun
No gun won
One last cry for life
But I'm done
I'm done
Rebellious in nature, I made friends
with crumbled leaves
on the last day of fall
Before my nose froze
and I dipped my toes in
a dry lake to catch my tears
My nature is dead, gone
Beating a dead dog
Looking for a reason to
pick up the phone
and call for a break
But there isn't one
Spare me the grief
for your own handkerchief
I don't need your tears
I have my own
Saved in a moldy jar
when I need the change.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
Before earth leaves me
someday under the sun
the moon will explode
My humble abode no more
And no bullet will outrun
No gun won
One last cry for life
But I'm done
I'm done
Rebellious in nature, I made friends
with crumbled leaves
on the last day of fall
Before my nose froze
and I dipped my toes in
a dry lake to catch my tears
My nature is dead, gone
Beating a dead dog
Looking for a reason to
pick up the phone
and call for a break
But there isn't one
Spare me the grief
for your own handkerchief
I don't need your tears
I have my own
Saved in a moldy jar
when I need the change.
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