Friday, February 13, 2026

you’re jealous of my answers

and the tears that leak so easy

you told me i know how to live

but i'd so much rather...

if i could be a string on your guitar

a finger on your old leather glove

if i could be a feather in your pillow

i’d check out before breakfast

but i'd so much rather...

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