Sweet Weapons
Enough Already
Spent a good long six years
bathing in your light
and boy am I glad
to be left here in the dark
You sure can call me crazy
but callouses do form
on the most roughed up
bits and parts
Already said it all
Have I said enough?
Remember kindergarten?
When our heads were still fresh?
More concerned with paper planes
than anything
Now those bones are brittle
and it’s hard to catch our breath
It’s good to see you happy
It’s good to see you
From Letras Mania