Sat beside your secondary reservations, dear,
It isn't so much how or why,
What you're doing here.
Take a bit to notice that my motivation, dear,
Hasn't been a second guess
Away from nearly bottomless.
They never understand,
Because of the sweat in our...
Our move without a plan,
Because of the sweat in our hands.
Still becoming forward with a skip inset, a light sunset,
And peace combined,
Are softer than designing the end of me.
They never understand,
Because of the sweat in our...
Our move without a plan,
Because of the sweat in our hands.
They never understand,
Because of the sweat in our...
Our move without a plan,
Because of the sweat in our hands.