What’s there left to say?
Throw your stones the river
Like me, it drifts away
I would watch you stare
I would watch you stare
Ooh, but there’s no-one there
Put your feet down
Swallow your choices down
Terrified of what’s left
Remains, unsettled till you break my mind
Until you break my thoughts
Till you break my thoughts
That you will keep them for yourself and know that
Know there was a time
When we never let go
Never let go
Ooh, never let go
Put your feet down
Swallow your choices down
Terrified of what’s left
Remains, unsettled till you break my mind
Until you break my thoughts
Till you break my thoughts
These sticks and stones will break me
The Christmas Tree is down now
We’ll mark this bin with an “a”
The bin will then go out of sight
Until another day
The round bulbs are in the bin
That we will mark as “b”
These are my husband’s favorite
My favorites are marked as “c”
If all goes well and just as planned
These two bins will blend once more
But I have no clues and no ideas
For what twenty twenty has in store
Let’s just say I’m open
My head is finally clear
I’m detached more than ever
And I know I’m not wanted here
I’m wanted if I obey him
I’m wanted if I’m coy
I’m wanted if I let him win
But I will have no joy
I cannot stay this needy
I cannot fix his fears
I cannot see improvement
My eyes have no more tears
It’s not something I have wanted
I truly don’t want to go
I’m hoping he’ll get stronger
Can’t predict so I don’t know
But if this year should somehow unfold
In a way that keeps me here
Then these 2 bins will join once more
And I’ll combine these bins next year
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