Tall
Tall…
What a ride it’s been
I swear you really had me fiddled
You had me wrapped
Like a pig in a blanket
Son of a bitch…
Staring out the musty window got me thinking
Believing there’s still hope
Hope for a new beginning
I am slouching while staring out this musty window
Full of dust but on the center i see the city
I see the city of San Francisco and it reminds me of you
Yet when i see the turquoised ocean i look up a little and notice it changes color to a navy blue
I see it hiding behind the streets and houses and all the other buildings all so colorful and full of life
I see the bright orange red Golden Gate Bridge,
Firm, yet capable of breaking down anytime
When i look farther i see the mountains, tall and wide
I breathe in the air that faught to get through the cracks of the musty window
The mountains wispered something to me
They make me stand tall and straight
With the posture I once had before i met you
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