Thought Of Me

It’s too soon
It’s crazed and strained and ropey
A blue moon ain’t graced the sky ain’t, poked in yet
And you choose to race the heart to open up
A waste of good emotion, huh?
And if you die at the thought of me…
Well at least you thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
It’s too soon
It’s crazed and strained and ropey
A blue moon ain’t graced the sky ain’t, poked in yet
And you choose to race the heart to open up
A waste of good emotion, huh?
And if you die at the thought of me…
Well at least you thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me
Thought of me