No Birthdays This Year

Spring has been long and it's getting old
Summer is gone and autumn's on hold
I wanna run, but I cannot leave
But I'm not the one with a reason to grieve

Thousands have dropped right in our midst
The future's in limbo; it doesn't exist
Time is a blur, but long are the days
I'm in a hole, holding my face

I'm drawn into the mattress, days are short but without end
Writing IOUs on birthday cards that I'll forget to send
Someone please reset the timeline, turn it off, then on again

There's not enough room to bury the dead
When cowards in blue are spilling the red
The hand of the badge murders and steals
This is a scab time alone will not heal

He was smothered on the pavement 'til his breath was at an end
And her twenty-seventh birthday cards they'll never get to send
Someone please erase this timeline, wind it back and start again



Credits
Writer(s): Logan Flanagan
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