James Kelly Pitts - Kettle | Текст песни

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• James Kelly Pitts
• Kettle

I make myself tea in an orange kettle.
A woman gave to me, it was her grandmother's.
And I'm not getting out of bed today,
The world is frozen and the sky is grey.

Gotta couple books I gotta finish reading,
Gotta couple years I gotta keep on sleeping through,
Writing letters in my mind
With various forms of blue.

Point of view has gotten kind of hazy,
Perspective's less objective losing creativity,
Saw a nativity scene on my TV screen,
And swear to God, Baby Jesus winked at me.

I turn down the heat and I pull up the covers
Throw a couple hail maries, thinking of my mother
And hoping that she's staying warm,
That she's not worried even though she should be.

Kaleidoscope of every girl I've kissed,
A thousand journal entries of the friends I miss,
Stop keeping track long ago
Where I'm from never constitutes as home.

Two empty bottles on the nightstand glistening,
I'm on the other side of the wall listening,
I wonder who will find me first,
I hope it's not that lady from church.

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