You could see me reaching. So why couldn't you have met me halfway. You could see me bleeding. But you could not put pressure on the wound.... . You only think about yourself.
I hear you on the radio. You permeate in my screen. Its' unkind but. If I met you in a scissor fight. I'd cut off both your wings. On principle alone.
Medium, medium.. Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew. and I think about the amount of the sweet. I'd like to have in my cup today.. One for the two lump, three lump, four..
I heard a word from 'on high'. Glare like a light in the sky. It said. "Quit blowing each other up". A voicing so crystalline clear so. Something's unclean in your ear.