Coattails from Grandmothers by alex rose ~ canyon counterpoint

My tongue was thick with afterthoughts.
I mumble half forget-me-nots.
What I really wanted to say was:
"Hey babe, bide my lines, I'm just passing by."
Like a plane I will fly, high, I'll ride the coattails of the contrails in the sky.
But my words were tawdry,
My whims - they were flimsy
And life isn't always full of whimsy.
So don't fall in love!
Don't fall to pieces!
This world ain't big enough for your feelings!
Bottle them up. Bide my lines.
I'll be alright: I'm just passing by.
Oh but tell me, baby, baby believe me that I'll translate the message
Of what you've been wrestling with.
No, don't write me a letter.
It's easier if we forget each other
And just move on.
I'll sing my songs to pass the time.
I don't wanna think about how you ain't coming home...
You ain't coming home tonight.

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