I'm noticing a pattern.
I'll be the water-wings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgment's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped-straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
No comments:
Post a Comment