she called it an illness
said it was sad to see me go
losing sunshine from the on-ramp to a worn out pillow
{1}
and I like to remember
how a morning felt in the snow
unobtainable thoughts are fresh air through my window
[bridge]
{2}
and I kicked all the puddles & mud hit my shoes
I stood there still wet & not knowing what to do
but a rat then went home to something
better than I had ever known
ooo aahhh~
he said I won’t help you
you’ve already shot me dead
too tight for the fixtures but open enough for lead
REPEAT {1}
REPEAT {2}
ooo aaahhh~