It’s Chilly And I Don’t Want Hot Chocolate

When we get serious, I don’t have anything to say

And there’s so much built up, debris

Only streaming tears trickle out, then I turn my head and leave

It’s like I’m holding back, back to what everyone wants to see

Who am I, am I really me

Definition please, clarification for ease, a little inspiration breeze blow my way

I don’t have anything to say.

Let new waves come in to take the old man away

I’ve put my old coats on the coast, let high tide take them away

Rhythmic replacement repair, stars leave then return at night to play

Been staying clean now, gonna keep the faith

But sometimes when I want to pray

I don’t have anything to say.

Music that helps keep my mind on things above. Via Spotify.
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