Grinning at the Thought - Calculator

i can feel the push and the weight of the night

gliding its finger down my spine

the choice is gone

i’m stuck harvesting nervous thoughts in a quiet mind

so show me why you love to live

and I’ll crack a smile that’ll make this night come alive

i’m never gonna dance again,

guilty feet have got no rhythm

and mine have snapped their bones and come undone.

i’ve been sleeping through the day and burning pictures all night

blowing the ashes into coming seasons

left to trimming the fat and trashing the body

soft drops in descent for windowpanes, whispering together

«there's something wrong with today.

stay inside.

Weary eyed,

stay.»

my son, lift these reasons to be

for how this weight pains me

my son, lift these reason to be

for how this weight pains me

how this weight pains