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Part 1 We count our wishes like lottery tickets And though we  may never quite get the odds right The fantasies keep us coming back... Like hummingbird retreats We know the way The way Impulsive can meet rational Then flip you back to naive The way growing up can feel like A subtitled movie Where the words switch Before you manage to finish rea... Or how hope will keep you begging Like the starving stray dogs Who strut like lions Yet love like lambs Now we're pleading with the hourglass Like kids convincing Santa we're worthy I can't promise I am Part 2 But I have this wish (Just call me crazy) That this love could look something less like maybe And In this wish You'd teach me to harvest A green thumb rooted in something more honest We'd live off the land Grow something withstanding The type of living Earths future will be demanding We'd pick our food day by day Eat like gods And treat each other just that way I see coffee soaked mornings And breakfast outside With that smirk on your face And a blush I can't hide Part 3 So there it is Plain and true (and maybe I've got a ***** loose, or two) But this lottery ticket wish Has my sights narrowed thinner And I've got to believe that it's a winner
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
Lottery ticket wish
Part 1 We count our wishes like lottery tickets And though we  may never quite get the odds right The fantasies keep us coming back... Like hummingbird retreats We know the way The way Impulsive can meet rational Then flip you back to naive The way growing up can feel like A subtitled movie Where the words switch Before you manage to finish rea... Or how hope will keep you begging Like the starving stray dogs Who strut like lions Yet love like lambs Now we're pleading with the hourglass Like kids convincing Santa we're worthy I can't promise I am Part 2 But I have this wish (Just call me crazy) That this love could look something less like maybe And In this wish You'd teach me to harvest A green thumb rooted in something more honest We'd live off the land Grow something withstanding The type of living Earths future will be demanding We'd pick our food day by day Eat like gods And treat each other just that way I see coffee soaked mornings And breakfast outside With that smirk on your face And a blush I can't hide Part 3 So there it is Plain and true (and maybe I've got a ***** loose, or two) But this lottery ticket wish Has my sights narrowed thinner And I've got to believe that it's a winner
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
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