Nobody writes about the glue unless it doesn't stick like it used to
Nobody cares about what's always there until it's gone elsewhere
There is no art about the dirt in the dark,
but it keeps us from falling apart
I know you think that they never saw you
oh, but I do
Sometimes you feel invisible because you don't like your hair
and you're not very tall
But don't let that make you feel so small
Because without you my world wouldn't turn at all
I know you think that they'll never see you
oh, but I do
Maybe you'll be
Eventually
Lost to history again
A face in the crowd
A voice in the loud
But I know I'd know it anywhere
So I'll have you sign a book in my mind
I'll paint your name across the sky
I'm gonna write about the glue
I'm gonna write about you
Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 5:05 AM UTC
Nobody writes about the glue unless it doesn't stick like it used to
Nobody cares about what's always there until it's gone elsewhere
There is no art about the dirt in the dark,
but it keeps us from falling apart
I know you think that they never saw you
oh, but I do
Sometimes you feel invisible because you don't like your hair
and you're not very tall
But don't let that make you feel so small
Because without you my world wouldn't turn at all
I know you think that they'll never see you
oh, but I do
Maybe you'll be
Eventually
Lost to history again
A face in the crowd
A voice in the loud
But I know I'd know it anywhere
So I'll have you sign a book in my mind
I'll paint your name across the sky
I'm gonna write about the glue
I'm gonna write about you
for my mom
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