Share your beautiful thoughts
And make me ever the more lost
My primitive mind can’t comprehend
Where your brain has always lived
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I’m still in the story you painted
The cool grass and sun kissed wishes
I had already climbed the mountain
But here I am again
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I scaled the side without you in tow
Now I’m supposed to back up and hope
I’m still tired from the first climb
I have no energy to expend
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When it comes to decorative language
At the top of the mountain
Is where I’ve always been
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I’m the tree
That’s ready to tumble
I’m the avalanche
That’s ready to stumble
Don’t you tell me about mountains
They’re all that I know
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You gave your confession
You were never in my direction
But you’re afraid to lose control
So you send me words of hope
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You tell me of the different paths
The empty and the beautiful road
And love we can never have
Unless it happens to be so
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I’ve already fallen for pretend
No more of me can I extend
I’m trying not to be hollow
But you’ve taken my glow
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When it comes to decorative language
At the top of the mountain
Is where I’ve always been
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I’m the tree
That’s ready to tumble
I’m the avalanche
That’s ready to stumble
Don’t you tell me about mountains
They’re all that I know
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And all that you know is “unable”
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Ashley Kirtman 