This Day Next Year

[00:02.51] Words are the worst way to say what I have to say, but sometimes you can't play how you want to play to show it well.
[00:16.07] And this is one splinter of a sentence, both a pain and a pleasure to try to expel.
[00:33.13] But I have to tell about the years of influence and artless advice that can still only escape in a struggling, stilted excuse for a smile.
[00:51.03] And when you're parked over on the wrong side of nowhere no amount off nothing is going to make it worthwhile.
[01:08.73] A touch, subdived, rinsed, and sold, before the hands have a chance to get cold, as an eyelash pries an hour from the schedules of the uninvolved.
[02:01.48] And your sills so-called insulation can only sigh at December Sundays, unsolved.
[02:20.96] So like the transportation of the suns, you must hold steady to the ones who light your mornings, nights, and aftermoons.
[02:37.19] And if you should grow angry with the pace of chance, don't be afraid to make some plans for December Sundays soon.
[03:30.74] Today you missed her getting up once again.
[03:37.49] Well boy, you've got to listen to me-promise her you'll rise this day next year from this very bed
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