Wild Horses

Don’t feel a thing
But my hands pressed against your cheek
Remember I couldn’t help but think of all the pains you’d leave
But you don’t know them yet
Awake to the machine
And I started rapping to the beat
How you’d laugh and find relief that I’m the one that doesn’t treat
You like you went and left
When the gold light approaches
Garden the ground with white orchids
And there better be wild wild wild wild horses
You were calling for me
But I let your Momma take the lead
As we’d argue how I’d sleep or find the will to eat, knowing the timing
Won’t show my teeth
I’ll find my private time to weep
Watch them wheel you down the deep linoleum ravine, I’ll keep it quiet
When the gold light approaches
Garden the ground with white orchids
And there better be wild wild wild wild horses