The last beautiful thing that I wrote
Well, it must have been years and years and years ago
I remember the cadence but never the notes
And I've since quit writing down what I know
From when I had the mountain on my tongue
And I didn't need anyone
Until the taste was all gone and my tongue was still parched
And there I was
The last horrible thing that I wrote
Was the silence I wrote for myself in the back of my throat
You know I scribbled it down, I learned it by rote
And I could still hear it in there even when I spoke.
But I had the mountain on my tongue
And I didn't need anyone
Until the taste was all gone and my tongue was still parched
And there I was.
I cannot wait
Like I have been waiting
For someone to say
That I need changing
I cannot wait
Until there's a day
Where I take of my skin
To feel something new again
And it won't take long to figure out
When I said I was lonely
I just wanted something new to think about
And maybe try to lighten myself.
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