It's that time
Where i would normally change
Build up a heap of rubbish
Build up a heap of thoughts
Like an old kids show
I would be watching from the floor
kneeling infront of the tv
Not willing to even blink
To find what I lost
There is..
Something about forgetting
It seemed so easy
Completely cleaned out
Only me and my guitar
I'd pick up to play my songs
Maybe write a new
Im left with nothing
A dozen empty draws
Empty spiderwebs
They didnt want to stay
The smell of old books
Fills my room
I dont yet throw away
Things that already happened
To find what I lost
There is..
Something about forgetting
It seemed so easy
Completely cleaned out
only me and my guitar
I'd pick up and sing my songs
Maybe write a new
Flick through my book
I see what i was last month
What i was yesterday
What i was for you today
Dust filled my cough
Dust fills my everything
I'll wash it all away
To start a new
Completely cleaned out
only me and my guitar
I'd pick up and sing my songs
Maybe write a new
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