clear blue skies

I can think now, i'm catching my breath
Bought a new soft blue pair of jeans
And I escape december
Friday come and monday go
Neil Young; spent and wasted
In Stansted Stansted Terminal Hall
I got up and pinned my good intentions to the wall
But i'm sadder now that I got to where i wanted to go
I think I'm getting to comfortable
Writing down excuses as an excuse not to talk
But oh well, talk? I guess I do it all the time
About the weather, the news, US fucking politics
Anything with you really
And then I got up and pinned my good intentions to the wall
Yeah I'm sadder now that i've got to where I wanted to go
But I can feel the clear blue skies coming my way



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Writer(s): Nyman Karl-oskar
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