The Month of May was such a friend
Brought the sun and left it there
Just hanging
Now, I don't have a magic pen.
Fills the page with common sense
No words of wisdom
But I'm letting all these tragedies
Escape my mind with melodies
While I wonder
Trying to figure out what I was thinking about there
On my way to the clouds
But it seems that I forgot exactly where I was
A week ago I knew what I was worried of
Nevermind I sit, cause these things tend to forget themselves
So put them in a pile with matters left to burn
Forgetting all these tragedies
My mind finds rest amongst these trees
Over yonder
I fired all these busy bees
Buzzing in these cubic feet around my hair
The sun is out, bakes me brown
Gulp another soda down, while i ponder
Trying to figure out, what I was thinking about there
On my way to the clouds
But it seems that I forgot exactly where I was
A week ago I knew, what I was worried of
Nevermind I sit, cause these things tends to forget themselves
So put them in a pile with stones I left unturned