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Deliver Me
Warm in the sun
Deadlines going on late
I’m in no hurry hell I never was
Too busy slumming it
Grass can grow
And the rains can flood
Over me, under me, around me
Wherever water goes
My brain haywires
Society says I’m bombing it
But it’s too late to be anything more
Then feathers in the wind
Got gold on my mind
Bipolar queen in a wedding dress
Her kiss only reminding me
Takes little to satisfy
Still trying to fit in
Shirt and tie in the morning
Shift ends, feels good, it’s about time
Ain’t coming back for awhile
Back to a place I know
She takes my hand and we go
Wander the woods, flowers in her hair
Feels like I finally got it all
My brain haywires
Society says I’m bombing it
But it’s too late to be anything more
Then feathers in the wind
Got gold on my mind
Bipolar queen in a wedding dress
Her kiss only reminding me
Takes little to satisfy
Up in a live oak tree
We pretend the sky is ours
She talks and talks about nothing
I listen, I snooze, we laugh
Maybe I’m nothing
Worthless like my old man
Sleep on the floor, I’ll eat dead last
She still likes me anyway
But what I do know
It ain’t cold when we wake up
Deadlines going on late
I’m in no hurry hell I never was
Too busy slumming it
Grass can grow
And the rains can flood
Over me, under me, around me
Wherever water goes
My brain haywires
Society says I’m bombing it
But it’s too late to be anything more
Then feathers in the wind
Got gold on my mind
Bipolar queen in a wedding dress
Her kiss only reminding me
Takes little to satisfy
Still trying to fit in
Shirt and tie in the morning
Shift ends, feels good, it’s about time
Ain’t coming back for awhile
Back to a place I know
She takes my hand and we go
Wander the woods, flowers in her hair
Feels like I finally got it all
My brain haywires
Society says I’m bombing it
But it’s too late to be anything more
Then feathers in the wind
Got gold on my mind
Bipolar queen in a wedding dress
Her kiss only reminding me
Takes little to satisfy
Up in a live oak tree
We pretend the sky is ours
She talks and talks about nothing
I listen, I snooze, we laugh
Maybe I’m nothing
Worthless like my old man
Sleep on the floor, I’ll eat dead last
She still likes me anyway
But what I do know
It ain’t cold when we wake up
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