There's marks on my arms
And there's phlegm down my throat There's a ticking in my eye That's just what God wrote I see your face through the screen These puckered lips, what do they mean Wish I only knew the ones I met in books Martin, Plato, Gandhi I've given their pictures so many looks I have with me so much love to show you Well, here I am but where's it all gone to I'll bring some boardgames and at halfway we'll play My vision's turning blue I'm wondering if you see the same way I've gotta lot to grow up My arms are beginning to atrophe My guitar's lost a pickup And I wanna move on my ability Copyright (c) 2003-2016 Joshua Ransom Packard
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AuthorMy name is Joshua Packard. I am using this site to share my song lyrics and get feedback and suggestions for future song compositions and lyrics Archives
September 2016
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