Good morning, it’s eight AM
We’re standing out on the grass
With our instruments, me and them
Drums, woodwinds, and brass
I’m standing at your side
I’m trying hard to hide
That all I can do is stare
And can you see me?
And can you hear me?
Do you even know that I’m there?
You’re not blind
I know you can see
Why can’t you just
Acknowledge me?
And you know I’m there
You know it very well
So you can stop your pretending
Come out of your shell
Because I know you have
Peripheral Vision
~sunshineandgasoline
