Pros and Cons

Major, come down from your
Throne, I can't sit here all alone
Counting stars and making
Sculptures out of clay

We all need something to eat
We can't get out of the heat
For the air's gone and the
World has lost its shade

Uh huh
It's a little funny how we laugh

At clouds
As we lay here in the grass

Watch the hourglass unfold
As the stories go untold
But it's quiet that I
Want so bad

Could we kiss the heat away?
Deprivation came to say
That it's movement which we
Want so bad

Oh, no
I cannot make up my own mind

At all
So I'll sit here in the vine
And wait

So the day comes where we talk
And we sit there with some chalk
Writing pros and cons of
What it means

To seize the nights, enjoy the day
Though it may not last per se
I am thankful just to
Know your name



Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Mougeot
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