I said you’re gonna lose this man
I count my friends on these four fingers
who could ask for more
I said who could ask for more
sometimes you gotta let your feelings show
sometimes you gotta let those cold wind blow
who’s gonna pay the piper for the song he sings
and who’s gonna take some pity
on my lonely tired wings
my tired wings
my tired wings
my tired wings
➡ today’s 4:20
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication
and I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them tumble down
no fault none to blame it doesn’t mean I don’t desire
to point the finger blame the other watch the temple topple over
to bring the pieces back together rediscover communication
the poetry that comes from the squaring off between
and the circling is worth it
finding beauty in the dissonance
there was a time that the pieces fit but I watched them fall away
mildewed and smouldering strangled by our coveting
I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
doomed to crumble unless we grow and strengthen our communication
I know the pieces fit I know the pieces fit I know the pieces fit and I know the pieces fit
danistrulytheman