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Deliver Me

Warm in the sun
Deadlines going on late
Iím 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 Iím bombing it
But itís 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, itís about time
Ainít 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 Iím bombing it
But itís 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 Iím nothing
Worthless like my old man
Sleep on the floor, Iíll eat dead last
She still likes me anyway

But what I do know
It ainít cold when we wake up
CarrionCrow44
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