something borrowed

something blue

something borrowed

something borrowed

something borrowed

all my words are borrowed

there’s nothing unique to say

you’ve heard this story before

the same words said a different way

the more things change

the more things will the same way stay

the cadence the rhythm the beat

you know what to expect

but you don’t stop listening

just because you know what comes next

or… do you?

do you check out when you think you know where it’s

gong gong the church bells go

here we sit in the river flow

the night is long and the days are short