Abraham Josefh Lincolm

Ten down the line
Another twenty feeling fine
The way is shut, the doors are open
And it all starts to rewind
With sticky shoes come sticky hearts
Our spirits never sagged so low
There'll come a time, years from now
These'll be the after glow
Taste it in the air, the smoke, the fog
Whatever words you find, don't keep them
They've been given to this place long ago
It's time to let them grow

In flash recollection does guess turn to glass
Or however you hold your cards
The deck won't hold you back
The second state fills the space between
In eves bound by dreams
Circles burning prompt our getaway
It never held us, anyway
If there were ever a moment better
I'd have missed it out the window
Rain is the night's best friend
It muffles our ringtones

The scratching on our bedpost
Was the surest sign I'd ever sent
This day would never end
The world was bending on one knee
If they did it they meant it
That's how it's supposed to be
But it isn't all of them who get it,
The rest just want to be free

Taste it in the air, the smoke, the fog
No matter how the words present it
The vision's not so long
I'd like to make it better, here with you
Don't keep it all away, good things start out in twos
I haven't thought about AI music that much. I have heard a mixtape by a few though. like that one zerebro
2025-01-10 01:31:57