Wipe my eyes on heart stained sleeves
And my feet hang kicking freely
I can only taste the soggy sweatshirt strings
And the salt stuck in the back of my throat
So I'll sing, a song I'll sew
How much can we gain?
How much can we lose?
I rest my mind on feathered thoughts to fly me through these weathered storms
I am an over exposed open window photograph taken by someone I will never know
So I'll sing, a song I'll sew
Worn through winter, so let it snow
Suck it up baby boy
Wipe my nose on heart stained sleeves
Snail trails silvered up my sleeve
Why can kids be so mean?
(Sit and hide count to a thousand)
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