Even when you don't like it
Even when it's all garbage
Even when the pale, sorry sky
Fights the inevitable darkness
Only to lose what it always does
The children we've become after
Tantrums and trauma
Could we actually remedy these
Happy holes with warm skin,
High thread counts, and wings
Even when we're older
Even as the coats arrive
Even when you tell yourself
It's still in tune, I'll survive
Only to hear the final mix...
And they'll all believe
Whatever they want
The fall guy remains with stars
In his head and guitars newly threaded
Some sole on his back where they tread
Cause you know me, I come back when you want me to.
Not really sure how I feel about this one, but after mulling it over for sometime I figured it's worth a post. Thank you music for being you. I will repay you one day...
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