My friends are wilding
How winter loves wear thin
They’re cut to kindling
When summer hits our skin
We’re like a seedling.
Suck tears out of a vase
A forest fire knows
Something will take its place
So why do I need
Something more
You’ve got that secret knock to my door
I wake up some days with a knot in my heart
Where oh where, where are you?
It’s hard and weird not to know how your day begins
Though I’m lying next to someone new.
Calm and collected
I’m feeling nothing in the world can shake my bones.
These new distractions like growing grasses
Hide the path between our homes
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