Woke up because I got tired too late
I got a feeling I won’t be feeling great
If I don’t sleep I start to panic
I can’t see that far so I say damn it
I only get honorable mentions
I don’t have time for these inventions
This on you who I’ve chose - to depend
Made a promise to this Woman who won’t pretend
I dropped a painting at the source
And somehow its done stopped it’s course
Now it has gone and turned into a well
So deep and dark if its got bottom well I can’t tell
I tell you how I spend my hours
Each and every day
I got a message from the autumn winds on the ocean spray
I ask it for answers but its got nothing to say
I can’t believe my luck
I’m a living human by the bay
But very single web I spin
Eventually turns into hay
Heyyy hey
I can cut you up with knives but I'll still feel hollow
I can put you in the ground but I’m afraid I might follow
I want to see your face - real soon
Until then I sit this autumn staring at the harvest moon
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