The wanderer's drift

lyrics from ROwdy




Seven times we've been down with nothing left to say.

You're too obtuse for me to let it loose, before your grand display.

Tongue-tied again, conversation spins in a meandering kind of way.

Positions shift, predictions went exactly as I expect.


I pull it back again

and I won't let it go.

I won't let it go again.


Should I be a perfect enemy and just stay away?

Intellectual territories that I could never relay.

I see you working for a grasp at something

struggling to make headway.

In an ocean of words, I'd hate to see you hurt,

but my pride gets in the way.


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