This Is What
de Horse Feathers
Baby brother don't you know?
I'm cross when you come
I'm cursed when you go
I won't waste my time, let the worst get in line
I fruitlessly labor for show
As time passes distance grows
My son is so late
Mother trust I will bring you a face
even on the wrong days
you know I could dream to lay
next to that body
I've yet to make
This is what it is to be
Call it joy in youth
don't dare call it free
He won't come, he won't crawl
He won't answer at all
I fruitlessly labor for show
As time passes distance grows
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