Cross-legged
skipping stones
river flows
always stoned
lonesome woes
yeah
the sky
it melts from blue
softly gently
into polka-doted black
i dont miss it
feeling alone
ive got a squeeze
of my own
shes got the best eyes
deep and full of
full of
love
if i knew better
id think she was too
good for me
so i will walk by the river
and count my blessings
cross-legged
skipping stoned
river flows
always stoned
no more lonesome woes
now she is sleeping
breathing soft and cool
eyes squeezed light shut
dont dare to wake them up
shes all i need
she is each and every blessing
cross-legged
skipping stoned
river flows
always stoned
no more
yeah no more
no more lonesome woes...
 
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