Maybe tonight in the few short moments In which we converse
We can speak of something other than the ways our bodies hurt us.
Please, please, think of me. I m Alive and still breathing
I m wondering is this a death bed in which the living lay.
This turned out to be something that I have no control over
This secret reservoir that can dry up, or spill over
As it pleases. This power is stripped from me.
So I m listening for you to speak to me,
Of Green Days and Blue Nights, or at least nothing that even remotely,
Reminds me of these Workhorse Days
Blame everything on me, I can carry the weight of everyone on my body.
Give Justice for these sins, or at least an explanation for how I have been feeling.
Please, please, think of me. I m Alive and still breathing
I m listening for you to speak to me,
Of Blue Days and Green Nights, or at least nothing that even remotely
Reminds me of these Workhorse Days