The 8th Floor

Written By Michael & Michael .
 

I live on the 8th floor

And there body all sore, I threw myself against the floor, and sobbed

I pine at the window

I reach for it’s glass

As the suns beams blanket my tears

And wash me

Hoping that something was out there

Needing now more than ever for cosmic love to intervene and impose itself on my narratives of reality

Something kinda close to it does

A stillness in the air

A softness against my cheek

And the sun

Well the sun just washes me anyway

But we

We used to live on the 8th floor

Michael & Michael .
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