Although I’m not always glad
And I’m not always far away from my solitude
Although I’ve been a boringness lonely and old rag
[a
lot of the times we’ve talked...
I can still feel a sparkle of something
Nice, some cool feeling about the things
Just for a second or two...
I can still feel a little flame rising from my inside for
a while
Trying to tellin’ me that nor everything in this world is
under piles of shit
I can still feel that little burn that rose and stayed for me
When we talk over the cellphone, mute finger calls and
automatic laughs & green eyed pictures.
And that sweet hush that makes you cool it down for a
while
Before the next rush.
