It Spills
Walking down the boulevard
Passing the graveyard
Lost track of time
Just forget it's snowing
Maybe I'm going
Out of my mind
Simple as I can be
Wondering honestly
What if that were me?
It spills when it's empty and it spills when it's full
It spills even when you have nothing to do
With the seeds that they water
The drinks that they bother to bring
It spills, those things, they spill
Winding down in solitude
Playing an interlude
Drowned in the sound
Just ignore the feeling
No good in healing
Wounds I have caused
Simple as I can be
Wondering honestly
What if that were me?
It spills when it's empty and it spills when it's full
It spills even when you have nothing to do
With the seeds that they water
The drinks that they bother to bring
It spills, those things, they spill
No taste, no sight
No lost delight
No more fixating, it's all temporary
No fate, no light
No dark respite
No more, I choose to believe
It spills when it's empty and it spills when it's full
It spills even when you have nothing to do
With the seeds that they water
The drinks that they bother to bring
It spills, those things, they spill
Passing the graveyard
Lost track of time
Just forget it's snowing
Maybe I'm going
Out of my mind
Simple as I can be
Wondering honestly
What if that were me?
It spills when it's empty and it spills when it's full
It spills even when you have nothing to do
With the seeds that they water
The drinks that they bother to bring
It spills, those things, they spill
Winding down in solitude
Playing an interlude
Drowned in the sound
Just ignore the feeling
No good in healing
Wounds I have caused
Simple as I can be
Wondering honestly
What if that were me?
It spills when it's empty and it spills when it's full
It spills even when you have nothing to do
With the seeds that they water
The drinks that they bother to bring
It spills, those things, they spill
No taste, no sight
No lost delight
No more fixating, it's all temporary
No fate, no light
No dark respite
No more, I choose to believe
It spills when it's empty and it spills when it's full
It spills even when you have nothing to do
With the seeds that they water
The drinks that they bother to bring
It spills, those things, they spill
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Writer(s): Jonathon Mount
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