Hip Hatchet
Child's Hand in Dirt
Drinking with my arms with my head upon your floor severed from my body to greet you in the morning. I know better than to greet you on a screen right when i wake up and when i go to sleep The mornings sing a song drenched in heat and wine they sing of all the roads i ride and the way i waste my time all my muscles hurt and all my body aches like a child's hands in dirt i crave a simple place If i was a child looking down your shirt resting both my hands there upon your skirt youth was wasted on my heart Letras de cancionesI feel it to this day in the way i walk and in the way i say close the blinds you know how i hate the sun the way that it shines on the morning undone Honey when you laugh do you sing it loud or does it rumble through your skin and end up in the ground. Now that you've spent your time across the sea do i ever cross your mind do you think of me.
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