Of and For Myself
on these sunny days
it never crossed my mind;
a million questions,
diluted and forgotten
giving and taking
of and for myself
giving and taking and
giving and taking
of and for myself
Winding around you,
your lovesick little fool
when I think of it
just enough, but not too much
giving and taking
of and for myself
giving and taking and
giving and taking
of and for myself
you, you were shameless
and I was complacent
how could we have known?
how could we have ever known?
giving and taking
of and for myself
giving and taking and
giving and taking
of and for myself
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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