Held in hands, a warm cup/ Of skin always taken in by peers/ And friends and the heightened fears/ Over the years/ Now I know I'm not
like everyoneIn this head I see the ground/ You came from, unknown, undug/ From where you were staying in/ A backyard bed until/ We came
togetherRaspberry, in my hand/ You feel alright but I don't/ Know if I am/ I can't change/ What I am right now, but/ I'll be fine in the next lifeI know I can say, I'm honest/ With myself and with/ My red tasty gem/ And sure they will try, but/ They can't take away / My secret
loving friendAnd on a good day, my mind/ Is like the country...green wide open/ A breath of zen that's nice/ On the eyes, lonely, without a prayerTake the trip that I have / I am at risk/ But I guess you know...Explosions/ From the goldfish bowl/ Visions/ Of blue girls crying stars/ The more the garden sings/ The harder it gets to stay in/ There
are a lot of choices/ So many voices ruling me/ So many of them at once/ Yelling, "Everything's a mess"...I know
Songwriters
KOSHOWSKI, ANDREW P/KOSHOWSKI, CHRISTOPHER/GORDON, BRUCEPublished by
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