Michael Milosh - Sunday Painter

I
I don't feel the same
Now I like the rain
So keep it falling

Why?
Why can't the past remain?
Whenever it's explained
I put a wall up

Earphones cover your ear
You're not really here
With your face pressed into your phone
It leaves us both alone
Dollars shower your love
Daggers fall from above
It's the itch you cannot scratch
That tears the heart out from my back

Speak
We can't speak a word
In case it's overheard
And twisted all up

And I
Do remember a time
When we weren't this blind
And boarded all up

In the vacant lot next door
Sardine sweepstakes floor by floor
Became a tower of shoebox class
Another blue sky mirrors glass
Now its dollars over sense
From this side of the fence
When a soul gets stuck in the shade
Are we convinced we've got it made?

Written by:
Michael Milosh

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