Sit in my seat of scoffery
and wear my harlot's heart
on your shoulder as you laugh at me
to play the mockers part
I tried so hard to not be
the fool proverbially
The path to her apartment
was just so damn ea-sy
I lick the dust from my teeth
as I lay at your feet
grasping for the moment
when dust before was sweet
You say we see the same sun
I only see the grave's won
You say we see the same moon
but I see only the night's gloom
You say we see the same blue sky
but I can't look up
I can't even cry
When you shook the dust from your feet
was I on your good way
When you shook the dust from your feet
did I get in the way
When you shook the dust from your feet
then went so far away
Do I ever cross your mind?
Do I ever cross your mind?
-Nathan S.
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