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Call Me In the Morning

Lost in the mess you’ve made Hoping to find yourself Barefoot in the rain But the clouds are heavy  You once told me to listen to the ocean You had so many words unspoken No wonder you can't sleep Lying on the floor; you’re broken I remember you once said “If I ever need a shoulder to cry on, Just call me in the morning” Now the image of you is in my head You weren’t there for me You went right past everything While I was standing there Right beside the willow tree I saw everything that happened And now that you’re in trouble And for a moment everything blackened Now that you need my help you come back crawling I guess you can call me in the morning.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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