“You’re a mess
Go to bed
Eat some food get some rest
Don’t you know it’s easier that way”
Clean my mess
Go to bed
Buy more food, I’m a wreck
Who the hell would know it’s so much easier this way...
There was a voice inside my head,
But I may have misheard it
I don’t know for sure
But would if I knew ears were working
I’ve been listening to the earth my ear pressed up against her surface
But lessons that I’ve learned could all be crude and oh so worthless
I walk through valleys that are only low as mountains can be high
I walk through streets without my shoes beneath the stars and lamppost lights
But the questions that I’m asking leave me searching far and wide
It’s like I dug myself a whole
and have to see how deep it goes
But it’s only six feet under
And as an aging hand may lay a rose upon my grave
This is what happens when kids have questions I guess.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
“You’re a mess
Go to bed
Eat some food get some rest
Don’t you know it’s easier that way”
Clean my mess
Go to bed
Buy more food, I’m a wreck
Who the hell would know it’s so much easier this way...
There was a voice inside my head,
But I may have misheard it
I don’t know for sure
But would if I knew ears were working
I’ve been listening to the earth my ear pressed up against her surface
But lessons that I’ve learned could all be crude and oh so worthless
I walk through valleys that are only low as mountains can be high
I walk through streets without my shoes beneath the stars and lamppost lights
But the questions that I’m asking leave me searching far and wide
It’s like I dug myself a whole
and have to see how deep it goes
But it’s only six feet under
And as an aging hand may lay a rose upon my grave
This is what happens when kids have questions I guess.
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