Morning Shades (Of Blue)

The mourning is led by looking forward
But if I turn on the light
I worry my rest won't come back
And I could at least try to save my neck the hassle

Sleeping on the wall
What's the fuss about

Feeding from the fall
What's the mess about

Keep my head from lifting
With no feral concern
For my lucid dreams
Or were they nightmares
That kept my old muscles
From spilling out their motives

Speaking unspoken
What's the rush about

Filling shades of blue
Thought they felt too black



Credits
Writer(s): Nolan Kiser
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