ramble.
Take a joke, tell a joke.Save serious for funerals.
And car crash scenes you see coming out from the parking lot.
And since it's winter, you tighten your hands on the wheel; like it'll lessen your chances of losing control or something.
But it's snow, you can't beat snow. Everyone knows that.
I sometimes sleep at night,
but I want them to worry some.
So I pretend I'm more fatigued than I really am.
Because I want someone to say, 'You look tired. You alright?'
And if they don't, I get a bit desperate -
To hear someone speak my name again,
but that's the thing...
And little kindergarteners walking in from the snow.
Kicking an uncoordinated foot to get trudging boots off.
They say some boy at recess caused they heart to break.
And I could list you a million things I dislike with a passion of sorts.
Perhaps 10 I like.
And 3 I love.
and none I hate.
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