Five lovely lessons learned today
Coating my throat with the dust of a new day
As the saints pray their lonely way
And their deadweight lays the passion to waste
Maybe if I sew my heart on my sleeve
They`ll drop the bomb on me and I`ll wake up
I can only fix so much in my sleep
I can only drink so much from this empty cup
I know I must not think bad thoughts
I`m always beaten to the punch
I`m holding aces high and low
And in between I`m trying to break my fall
Give me a piece of what you`ve got
I`ll make it new with much less thought
it`s symbolic and full of trash
Lofty endearments whispered under your breath
Five lessons remembered from yesterday
Easing my mind and seizing each new day
Beyond and back IжЉ¦ still the same
Kicked over some old trash but I still waste