It appears
I have developed a distaste
For caramel macchiatos.
Funny, isn't it?
They're too sweet and then too bitter.
Violent shivers --
Wednesdays are the crest of the sunrise.
Up, up, and away
Seeing through eyes made new
And it's on these days that I feel
No, I know
That my life is a free-verse poem.
This bit is about change.
Gonna see you all tonight
Yeah, I'm going home.
When I leave, I'll carry it with me
Pack it up between my lungs
Blowing kisses as I drive away
And you still have no idea.
Kyrie, kyrie.
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