A collection of personalities. A chameleon among the rest.
The smell of my grandfather’s clock. A piano melody in my chest.
Loyal to a clan. Anchored by Moore bonds.
It tears at my heart, when cancer tears at one.
I know I should be there, you know I would be there.
But I’m sick that I’m not.
While bright orange fills the sky. Pangs from years lost over time.
Reinventing. Rearranging.
We leave these parts of us behind x2
This wine tastes off. But I’ll drink it anyway.
Crooks are stealing from you, taking advantage of you today.
You won’t fight them, and I’m not as strong as you.
Patience with other’s bullshit. Not something I learned from you.
Honoring sacrifices made so I can hold my head high too.
While bright orange fills the sky. Pangs from years lost over time.
Reinventing. Rearranging.
We leave these parts of us behind x2
While bright orange fills the sky. Pangs from years lost over time.
Reinventing. Rearranging.
We leave these parts of us behind x2

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