When you let me know I wasn’t what I thought
I was uneasy in the coffee shop.
Seeing or dreaming or all of it in one.
Waking or shaking, please don’t let it stop.
I had a thought and turned it into words.
Please let me speak, I’ll tell you everything.
Over the phone I sounded somewhat right.
You said I’m sorry and that meant everything.
I recall the best thing I can do is breathe.
Look at my hands and they’re still a part of me.
It starts as a seed, turns into branches like a tree.
The leaves fall down but they come back eventually.
I think I see you there in front of me,
So I’ll do my best to say something that has a sorta kinda meaning.
When I was exposed to reality,
I lost touch with my sense of self
But now I think it’s finally starting to be.
My God, when a plane hits the ground,
Everyone is hoping, wondering, and praying everything is at peace.
God damn, I will love what I love
And what I love is enough, and it’s all I’ve got to give me release.
I recall the best thing I can do is breathe.
Look at my hands and they’re still a part of me.
It starts as a seed, turns into branches like a tree.
The leaves fall down but they come back eventually.
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