That Kind of Day
when i think of you
and i think of nothing else
No i can't stand
to not be in control
of my own mind
When i think of you
and i think of nothing else
my head gets so constipated
i have to empty you out
and when i get that way
sometimes
i need
a little bit of air to breathe
just a little bit of air to breathe
and i just
might leave
yea i just may not do a thing
sometimes i think
it's all in my head
and in my mind
you can't get away
but i know
i don't need it
you, me,
oh the world can see it
so precious is our time
mine now
you couldn't hike it
so i decide how to "alright it"
on my own terms
and i know
you had to get away from me
but why'd you have to be
where i could see
when i think of you
and i think of nothing else
No i can't stand
to not be in control
of my own mind
When i think of you
and i think of nothing else
my head gets so constipated
i have to empty you out
"the things we already know"
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2011
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