Underneath

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A song I wrote last September about… the weather or something lol…
lyrics:

when the ice melts on the window sill
cant abate the weight of summers kill
and in the morning when the sky’s still pink
can you feel the chill in the writer’s ink

changing weather makes me feel so small
painted skies and trees that grow too tall
carpet leaves and webs have no control
over me or underneath

bury me deep into the earth
i’ll dig so far to find our worth
i’ll keep looking for a reason
sure i’ll find someone that needs it

i’ll bring your trowel down to the ocean
drink up the brine until we’re poisoned
slice your knife right through my chest
just to check there’s something left
something left

(repeat pre-chorus and chorus)