Fish Love
There's a ray flooding through
I can see it
Turns the floor to a puzzle
Of the living room
Four steps toward the door
All cluttered and confused
It's our own tiny world in the sticks
In the car I would crash
The wheels spun and spoke
And I drove as my mind passed the oak
And the sky by an artist who only used grey
I felt so dead that day
So we met
Pulled our cars in the old church
Picked a place were nobody was
My eyes met the pasture with
Our quiet thoughts pending
So, now maybe it's okay
That all of its ending
I can see it
Turns the floor to a puzzle
Of the living room
Four steps toward the door
All cluttered and confused
It's our own tiny world in the sticks
In the car I would crash
The wheels spun and spoke
And I drove as my mind passed the oak
And the sky by an artist who only used grey
I felt so dead that day
So we met
Pulled our cars in the old church
Picked a place were nobody was
My eyes met the pasture with
Our quiet thoughts pending
So, now maybe it's okay
That all of its ending
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Writer(s): Jacob Fletcher
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