Everything's fine, Ma
I'm just feeling a bit tired.
It doesn't make a difference though,
you know I'm wired
to committing myself to crossing fires
to driving with my skidding tires
I know I'm tired and my knots are stretched
but our dreams are still too farfetched
NO, MA I WILL NOT REST
Everything is but a test, but, Ma,
Dearest Ma, you are worth the air in my chest
The skies will cry if you will them so
I want sunshine for my tombstone.
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
Everything's fine, Ma
I'm just feeling a bit tired.
It doesn't make a difference though,
you know I'm wired
to committing myself to crossing fires
to driving with my skidding tires
I know I'm tired and my knots are stretched
but our dreams are still too farfetched
NO, MA I WILL NOT REST
Everything is but a test, but, Ma,
Dearest Ma, you are worth the air in my chest
The skies will cry if you will them so
I want sunshine for my tombstone.
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