Liminal
Just give me things to fill my days
And give me things to fill my evenings
Can't keep up with all these thoughts
Can't put a name on all these feelings
Just give me things to fill my days
And give me things to fill my evenings
No space for all the things I bought
No time for joy I'm busy grieving
When did you learn
Life doesn't make sense
There is no pattern
Beginning is death
When did it turn
From floating around
To slowing your breath
The form of a cloud
And give me things to fill my evenings
Can't keep up with all these thoughts
Can't put a name on all these feelings
Just give me things to fill my days
And give me things to fill my evenings
No space for all the things I bought
No time for joy I'm busy grieving
When did you learn
Life doesn't make sense
There is no pattern
Beginning is death
When did it turn
From floating around
To slowing your breath
The form of a cloud
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Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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