Credits and Tiny Statues
Fresh/Six Months\
Nowhere to go
Nothing to do
Lying on my back
In the late afternoon
Staring at the skylight
Watching the world
Pass me by
Sprawled on my bed
Too hard to move
Too sad to even be
Thinking about you
Some things are better
Left alone
It's always sweeter
Six months ago
And I don't need my soul
To be saved
Blackbird in the sheets
Trying to sleep
I really can't wait for
My life to begin
Anything to get away
Anything for a change
And I don't need my soul
To be saved
Nowhere to go
Nothing to do
Lying on my back
In the later afternoon
Staring at the skylight
Watching the world
Pass me by
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