That's alright, that's okay. I can wait, you're still a fly. Eating through trying to live within. The space you live but still, you're just a kid. You shouldn't read Dostoevsky at your age.
Well, do you say, nobody hears me when I pray. And if you say, I don't care to live past, what's today. And if you say, oh, brother last night I prayed.
I wrote to you last night. Because I couldnt sleep. My conscience felt the paradox. Of law between the sheets. . When I woke up this mornin'. I knew I had a song to sing.