wishbones and bows
I’m tired of my own reflectionI’m tired ofthe sound of my guitar to the best of my recollectionI’ve never crawled out this far
I’m an architect kickin out windows,a gardener who's gone colorblind,a bookend on a park bench sighin’out memories of our skin and breath entwined
Is love a circle forever,or just some words on a page is it granite or gold or never,old wishbones and bows tied on a cage
i need the full moon to feelI need to know my heart is realI'm a grown man in a candy store cryin'theres nothing left here to steal
the shape of your body lyin'across somebody’s else’s big brass bedi just had to give up tryinand finish our song instead
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