Burch Mog - Keaton Simons

Drunken

She waits watching the distance

Dreading the fear

Brought by each freshly fallen tear

The words can barely crawl up

Her throat

She doesn’t want to be you

Don’t let her slip

They all badger

But I couldn’t even cause her to

She thinks I want to be

Just like her

Drifting

With misguided direction

Luckily, or so it would seem

Caught by the same constant branch

A plummet becomes a swan dive

That becomes a glide

Silent, like a feather far from your ears

She doesn’t want to be you

Don’t let her slip

They all badger

But I couldn’t even cause her to

She thinks I want to be

Just like her

Darling

Your smile can make the sun rise

Anytime at all

So clear your eyes

Rid the sorrow

Make the sun come up tomorrow

Settle down

Take your time

Have a ball

She doesn’t want to be you

Don’t let her slip

They all badger

But I couldn’t even cause her to

She thinks I want to be

Just like her