Searching
I lay my bones on the ground
So I can sift through every one
Looking for the perfect shape and size
A bone of mine that’s just right
Just right
I lay my head in my hands
I’m just searching for a new thought
A new thought that I haven’t thought yet
And when I get it I will regret every thought that I had before
Yeah before
I lay myself down to sleep
I make my bed so nice and neat
And I just imagine what I can dream
Then I close my eyes and see nothing
nothing
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