Grey Sunday Evening

Grey Sunday evening
May someday leave me

I'll be on the back porch in a sweater and shorts
My pipe breathes wisps of smoke as
Wistful jokes circle overhead

Down the hill, the train glides along the river
The trees still whisper as we
Watch the moon climb to her perch
Amid the gathering stars

This moment is infinite, unmoving
A pirouette
Thoughts bruising the skull
A silhouette
Jot down a few hazy phrases
The unruly gun pulls the trigger on itself

I don't belong anywhere
I don't belong
I don't belong
I don't belong
I think I went wrong somewhere
I think I went wrong
I think I went wrong

But it doesn't matter
I'd rather watch the pine needles dance than wallow in a pool of dark grey

Don't fuck with my
CIRCADIAN
RHYTHM



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Murphy
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