words are those clever devices
we skip and drag and tie in knots
and before we’re done with them
spit them out and not expect any spots
we skip and drag and tie in knots
and before we’re done with them
spit them out and not expect any spots
that leave a trail giving ourselves away
as we rush and stumble our way back
not feeling surprised we’re made out of clay
still sticking to the ones who’re late for the play
a song, dear, and keep singing loud enough
to drown out the
as we rush and stumble our way back
not feeling surprised we’re made out of clay
still sticking to the ones who’re late for the play
a song, dear, and keep singing loud enough
to drown out the
..clearly words are still causing a fuss.
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