Spring

Music & Lyrics by Steve Simpson
All rights reserved/copyright 1997

Kissing the killing fields
My best friend
My favorite flavor

The truth of truths is
The lie of lies
Neither mean anything

Honesty at face value
Makes me hate you
I'm not even honest with myself

Laugh and cry and drink and drink
and work and sleep and wake and play and
Laugh and cry and drink and drink
and work and sleep and wake and play and

stop

The blinding clarity
Of being fucked over
Drops back into reality

Buried under
The distractions
Of honest falsehhoods and good intentions

I love to be here
Stuck between
The decision and the action

Won't start the dominoes
'Cause I already know
The resolution

Laugh and cry and drink and drink
and work and sleep and wake and play and
Laugh and cry and drink and drink
and work and sleep and wake and play and

stop

Waiting
as the leaves
fall
from the trees
for
spring

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