Zook - Marmalade
You're eyes in the skate shop
Were budding like the treetops
They blur in deeper breezes
And bend at season sneezes
I pray that I'll leave soon
You wrote the religion
We are easels-kind to painting
But my paint dried so faintly
So point your favorite church
Where all the floors are sinking
The old park laughs quietly
As I'm sweating from thinking
I don't have the taste
And words the words fall too slowly
I guess a church is a church
And holy must be holy
Take me to breakfast
I need to regret this
The forfeit you made
And the sweet marmalade
You needy eyes follow
But the tears are hard to swallow
I laugh and feel hollow
You keep it very cool
So where's your old house
I need new inspiration
The only kind creation
Is bad intonation
I'll point my favorite church
Where the floors are sinking
I don't remember how
But it's where I got even
Written by:
Zachary Tittel
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