December

by Ed Roland

Why drink the water
from my hand?
Contagious as you think I am
Just tilt my sun toward
your domain.
Your cup runneth over
again.

Don't scream about
Don't think aloud
Turn your head now baby
Just spit me out
Don't worry about
Don't speak of doubt
Turn your head now baby
Just spit me out

Why follow me to higher
ground?
Lost as you swear I am.
Don
t throw away your
basic needs,
Ambiance and vanity.

December promise you gave
unto me
December whispers of
treachery
December clouds are now
covering me
December songs no longer
I sing

To Music Scene

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