oil spill story
and sorry doesnt cut it
but its only what we make it out to be
to take a break from speaking
letting sunshine teach its lesson
lessen punishments for preaching out of line
punching time cards at the gas pump
thinking of my dirtied ocean
you’d hope by now we’d learn to stay inside
there’s a thickness to the coat
that’s warming up my soul
so sometimes it takes a bitter cold to grow
in the shadow of the groundhog
i was sleeping like a rock
oh the flowers in your hair have hit my nose
competing for positions
that don’t need an education
the politicians drag us out of bed
with fundamental postcards
from the countries of our field trips
it feels like this is time to fight again
but you grab me by the collar
and remind me of my father
the way you shake the violent thoughts out of my fists
and the haste out of my throat
then you relieve me of my coat
your warmth shows me that love just might exist
you say a boy will need a girl
if he plans to save the world
and that two minds can defeat a beast with one
and while your points may keep me humble
they just ensure that i wont stumble
or fumble all the progress we’ve begun
i just cannot stand the headaches
that come from lights which shine too brightly
so i wear a hat and arm myself with blinds
presents often leave me speechless
unless i sneak a peek at christmas time
and time again you show me what’s inside
sometimes i’ll seem baffled
please don’t mistake me for impatient
if i misplace the keys it takes to see some change
and wake me in the morning
if you face the day without me
and we’ll remind each other why we’re driving home
