Your The Shit
(Jeremy Mead)
taste of the moon, taste of the stars,
bend to the light, let me see who you are.
your hands in the dirt, and cling to the wood,
hide in your books just to be understood.
you tackle shadows, drown in the shallows,
every punch that you throw hits you in the nose,
but i've looked into the magic eye and seen the
rainbows, you're the shit, your the shit
you blame yourself for too many things,
but i don't see no halo's, don't see no wings.
you run from the heart that offers you truth
to search for the fountain of eternal youth.
you tackle shadows....
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