I'm mowing. It's snowing.
White dandelion seeds flowing.
You're thinking about drinking,
and I'm faking while you're baking.
Pot smoking you're toking,
I'm loosing you're boozing.
We've got to start choosing
soothing words to heal these
breaking bones and aching hearts.
Stop frowning, we ain't drowning (yet)
Stop lying to yourself,
You're dying yourself.
While I'm living, he's crying;
While I'm giving, he's trying
to fix his monday morning.
Colin and Co.
No comments:
Post a Comment