six o'clock this morning
been thinking for awhile
of how those falling snowflakes
remind me of your smile
a world so fresh, adoring
how the slates wiped clean
like the gentle sound rain makes
when turning into sleet
thank you for the moment
you made the music stop
you didn't steal my heart
but the silence was almost enough
seven o'clock this morning
another coffee had to die
no thc or nicotine
only caffeine bleeding through my eyes
although i am left wondering
why this world still turns
when all the people i have been
are the scars from where i've hurt
but hear again today
the notes are running wild
playing in the recesses
pretending all the while
eight o'clock this morning
thought i might get dressed
put the guitar down
the chords were just a mess
looking out while wandering
seen your smile again
now i know that the up side's down
and you, maybe more than a friend
thank you for the moment
you made the music stop
you didn't steal my heart
but the silence was almost enough
but hear again today
the notes are running wild
playing in the recesses
pretending all the while
