A few corrections. Perhaps mine are incorrect as well.
I sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
And coffin rehersal
I know a psychic who reads her own palms
And her findings are personal
She keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
Well maybe she knows something i don't know
But I am still alive and loving
Wide-eyed in my time
Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
Your cat clawed out my eyes while I's
Distracted by your smile
And now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
And you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating
But your painted pony is fading
Lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream; that's me
You count on blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best drinks
But God put a song on my palm that you can't read
I'm lucky to be under
This same sky that held
The exhale from your first breath
Like a ring on a pillow of clouds
By you my tongue may stutter
But my gift heart screams clear and swells
to burst between your ...?
of its own bone .... self
But I am still alive and loving
Wide-eyed in my time
Not a mummy shinking in its cloths
There's a moth caught in my gut, groan
I tug at my groin like tides trying to pull moon towards them.
I can't ignore them.
And when we say your name our tongues catch flame
And you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
But your painted pony is fading
Lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream; that's me
You count on blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best drinks
But God put a song on my palm that you can't read
I'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see...
A few corrections. Perhaps mine are incorrect as well.
I sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine And coffin rehersal I know a psychic who reads her own palms And her findings are personal
She keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side, Well maybe she knows something i don't know
But I am still alive and loving Wide-eyed in my time Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths Your cat clawed out my eyes while I's Distracted by your smile And now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting And you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating
But your painted pony is fading Lost like a snakeskin in high grass and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream; that's me You count on blessings cause your net worth oughta be less cream in your best drinks But God put a song on my palm that you can't read
I'm lucky to be under This same sky that held The exhale from your first breath Like a ring on a pillow of clouds By you my tongue may stutter But my gift heart screams clear and swells to burst between your ...? of its own bone .... self
But I am still alive and loving Wide-eyed in my time Not a mummy shinking in its cloths There's a moth caught in my gut, groan I tug at my groin like tides trying to pull moon towards them. I can't ignore them. And when we say your name our tongues catch flame And you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
But your painted pony is fading Lost like a snakeskin in high grass and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream; that's me You count on blessings cause your net worth oughta be less cream in your best drinks But God put a song on my palm that you can't read
I'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see...
Yours are incorrect.
Yours are incorrect.