Backwoods, tree stumps. Sometimes I like to just get lost
and spend some time alone. What are you doing, you’re creeping me out don’t you know? I guess that I don’t mind.
I don’t know what’s going on. I’m sorry I missed your
call me back and we’ll talk. I’m one to talk and
you don’t know what’s going on. I’m sorry I missed your
call me back and we’ll talk. You’re one to talk.
The snow falls lightly, my footprints follow me all the way home.
I found beauty dressed in a pillowcase, hidden in limitations.
Red velvet cake and a tray of cookies, a mountain of sweets and
a big mouth that don’t want to eat.