on a good day
i’ve been getting up early
just to waste time, and run
all the way to work, and i’ll get there
just two minutes late
i’ll feel like shit about it anyway
i miss you like a dagger, straight to the heart
i miss you sharp and strong and good
i miss you like an art, like the long
silence like the things lost in text
a picture says a thousand words, or so i’ve been told
and i don’t know if that true, but what i know
is that i’m tired, these days and i have all the time in the world
that i still choose to waste
yeah, i’ve been curling into myself
these days
and letting it all go
but on a good day, it’s not gonna cross my mind
on a good day, i’m half-asleep and still all right
and i’m bright and early and i’m good
i bring you tea and i run the laundry
and i sit with my thoughts, dip my toes into murky saltwater
yeah, on a good day, someday
i’m gonna take it with a smile and walk along the shore
and everything that bothers me is hardly
an issue anymore
on a good day i’m gonna swallow
every drop of cough syrup, i’m gonna be healthy
real good
you know how it goes
i’m gonna get up, and run as far as my legs can go
come home with energy to spare
just you wait and see
how good it’ll be, just come next week
how i’ll be brave and i’ll be mature
and i’ll do the work without a word
we’ll read side by side
i’ll talk with you for hours, i’ll feel perfectly fine
from the top of my head to the tips of my toes
and i’ll stay that way in the morning sun
for quite some time
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