Jimmy Piersall

Sheltering by asking if she's young too
I suppose, my mind works against you

Sweltering, trying something new
I picked you up, that doesn't mean that I like you
The weather does strange things to old bones
I've seen too many winters, he says
Outstreched hands
Feeling sick, inadequate
I'm shades of what I used to be

I've come to know myself too well
I've come to know that it scares me
Leave who you've become on the floor
By forgetten things you don't need anymore
You're home



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Mcilwee, Benjamin Walsh
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