the way the light hits the tress makes the perfect green
but how do we know that color is really what it seems?
two rocking chairs, a hammock, and the perfect swing~
a precise equation to kick reality.
chocolate chip cookies and laughter it seems
made me feel less than real but much more than a dream
these words are emotions; that's just who i am
i don't need perfection or green eggs and ham
my words are my words they dont judge or slam
and if this shit doesnt rhyme i dont give a damn
dont worry i'm not thinking~ to allow that; i can't
right now i'm just feeling; thought has not a chance
I dont know what those days were but i know they were right
like the way you pulled me close but only at night
friends we may stay and everything else maybe not
but contentment allows me to ignore all such thought
my eyes still see your grin and i cant help but laugh
my body and your clothes are still stained with grass
i dont know who you are nor do you know me
but whoever you saw i do hope you were pleased
david, sometimes i try to control what i can't
i try to take on this life with bare hands
but i've decided to take this one on with bare feet
david, i've decided i should just let this thing be
and if this thing is now what it was then..
then maybe later it will be now and this thing once again
