March

I want a joy that never dies
But here, buried deep in snow
I still sit
Teaching myself to look at you with both eyes, and nothing else

So when I come home
My seesaw state of mind won't forever be picked apart
You'll whisper
"Buried love is the best love, is the best love"



Credits
Writer(s): Rorik Abram Brooks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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