Things I Didn’t Do

Black teeth
Cold stone
The group of twenty-six struggles on
New grass
His moan
It rings and visits me every morning
In my freshest state
I wake and wait
For it to arrive
It wastes
No time
Reminding me of what I didn't do
To help you through

The wind is battering my back
And shattering my posture
Is permanently slumped
The books inside my head
Have found a new home
On the floor
Stacks to make me trip
And make me fall
Records of the things I didn't
Do I keep the long list on my phone
And study every evening
While she moans
Did you finish?
Did you finish?

Of what I didn't do
To help you through



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Henderson, Jacob Richard Schotten Cracknell, Chris Aitchison, Jacob Bearman
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