In the Woods

11 Nov

This sky is crawling away from me
The ice is melting
And all the trees and grass
Now just wait for time to pass
And soak in the sun at last

My gut can’t stomach the apathy
Your mind decided
The sight of me no more
Holds the light for what’s in store
When my knees press to the floor

And you call me when you’re broken
Oh god, my god
So you cry out from the top of your lungs

Your gut may stomach the rivalry
But my mind decided the end of this is near
Though we used to be so dear
But we gave in to the fear

So don’t call me when you’re broken down
In the woods


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