Blot out the sand from my eyes,

One finger at a time.


Remind me why we wake…

And have the day we take to date.


And say the things we’ve said

Run the thoughts from my head.


They run me through.

If you only knew.

They don’t notice you.


Dead until new.

Right here too.



Equals belief.



Equals avoid fools.



Equals go to sleep.



Equals the one right tool.


Another day.

Another day.

Another day.


What did she say?

I don’t remember, and I can’t ask her anymore.


We hope the sun will cut the haze, and then we hope for shade.


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