My way with words is on it's way to a full recovery. :)
This song is [obviously] still in the works, and I haven't decided if I like it or not.
if I still prayed I'd be thinking of you
if I still thought I'd be praying in your footsteps
in a world of rhyme schemes and chalkboard-numbers
indefinable's not one of a kind
take time to wonder
but please don't mind
fill up my inbox when I'm gone
this gypsy life gets me every time
and you can leave the girl who loves me
back in Carolina, but it's getting stronger
weeks can't get much longer
back and forth and inside-out
but everything's the same
alike, alone, inane
please try a little harder
to comprehend my lingo
I know it's a little out there
but I'll trace it in the snow
and if I slip a love note
into your trench-coat pocket
it's because your on my mind
and I don't know how to show
you everything I mean
when I say I love you too
I'm pinning scrap paper to my walls
in hopes of you
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