65: LEAVING ME COLD

                   

The tops of my knees, are catching the breeze

And now if you please, I’m feeling like mourning.

 

Between all the gaps, while sitting on laps

And wondering perhaps, if this is a warning.

 

I can’t stop from grieving, for folks that are leaving me cold.

They’re short on perceiving, the fact that their bodies grow old. (Chorus)

 

How everyone cares, about what they wear

Their chickens are there, and looking quite boneless.

 

It doesn’t seem fair, that we have to share,

The polluted air, is making us homeless.

 

I can’t stop from grieving, for folks that are leaving me cold.

They’re short on perceiving, the fact that their bodies grow old. (Chorus)

 

I went for a fight, but fell out of sight

Which turned out alright, my fists were unfolding.

 

I handle my shame, about all the same

I give it a name, and a hefty scolding.

 

I can’t stop from grieving, for folks that are leaving me cold.

They’re short on perceiving, the fact that their bodies grow old. (Chorus)

 

I’ll get in the way, of all that I say

It’s bound to decay, without good intentions.

 

While saving the face, there’s no need to waste

The wide open space, of different dimensions.

 

I can’t stop from grieving, for folks that are leaving me cold.

They’re short on perceiving, the fact that their bodies grow old. (Chorus)

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