calm passed long ago
these times that try mens [ souls ]
ever melting straining striving to become a little more perfect before the sun sets again and everyday we mark our calendars with a plus or minus depending on the outcome these are the days that praise becomes a sacrifice we throw incinerating words from unmeaningful throats as if its truly what we mean but i can still hear the still small voice inside me say grace grows in winter and im sorry we ever argue and im so fucking sorry that we cant always get along its probably because we dont know what the other is really thinking and we misinterpret the actions of picking out one anothers clothes but at the end of the day all we ever really need to say is i love you and pull the other a little bit closer
ever melting straining striving to become a little more perfect before the sun sets again and everyday we mark our calendars with a plus or minus depending on the outcome these are the days that praise becomes a sacrifice we throw incinerating words from unmeaningful throats as if its truly what we mean but i can still hear the still small voice inside me say grace grows in winter and im sorry we ever argue and im so fucking sorry that we cant always get along its probably because we dont know what the other is really thinking and we misinterpret the actions of picking out one anothers clothes but at the end of the day all we ever really need to say is i love you and pull the other a little bit closer