Teapot #2 - Outer Spaces

Strumming my guitar

I get a strange and fleeting feeling

I may exist upon this earth for some reason

I may exist or I may not

I’ve not decided

Am I the tea or just the pot?

Am I divided?

Floating in space, I levitate like sheets of paper

I hold my breath and let out perfumed water vapor

I hold my breath and count to ten over and over

I am the space between the words «crimson» and «clover»

Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover

I am a guitar string

(Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover)

I am the verse of the song

(Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover)

Maybe it’s this one that I’m singing right now

(Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover)

Yeah, I think this is it

(Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover)

I shouldn’t waste my breath I guess

(Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover)

I’ve just got one thing to say

(Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover)

I’ve just got one thing to say

(Crimson and clover

Crimson and clover)

I’ve just got one thing

(Crimson and clover)

I’ve just got one thing to say

(Crimson and clover)

I’ve just got one thing to say

(Crimson and clover)

I wanna love myself

And I wanna love you