Jessica Webb - Four Pieces of Wood

Twenty-four hours until the seconds in my mind
A filmstrip of every temptation and echoing faces, never fading in time
Evolution is the secret truth, and constant changing time
Invisible and yet impossible
To begin is to end is to begin, to begin is to end is to begin
You snapped a picture the other day and trapped me behind the glass you say
Holding with death and time and less than four pieces of wood
I fell in love with you, can’t even sing in shades of blue
You drive me crazy, no you didn’t just pick me that daisy
To begin is to end is to begin, to begin is to end is to begin
Is this real or am I dreaming
Dance with me, twirl me across the floor, leaving me wanting nothing but more
Now you’re so far away and pleasures make the life you say and
Drifters live the life, matters all my life
To begin is to end is to begin, to begin is to end is to begin
You snapped a picture the other day, it wasn’t black and white but shades of gray
You held me behind the last four pieces of wood, just in time, just in time, just behind

Written by:
Jessica Webb

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