My World
π΅ 391 characters
β±οΈ 2:37 duration
π ID: 7107746
π Lyrics
All you colored shirts hang just as you had left
And you office doorβs closed, just as you had said.
All your Dylan tapes stay unplayed and go untouched
And your poetry books are closed and collecting dust.
βThrow it awayβ, so they tell me, βto help with the hurtβ.
Not for my world.
Their grass dries, and moons rise, and clocks tick, and sunβs lit,
On this earth, not my world.
And you office doorβs closed, just as you had said.
All your Dylan tapes stay unplayed and go untouched
And your poetry books are closed and collecting dust.
βThrow it awayβ, so they tell me, βto help with the hurtβ.
Not for my world.
Their grass dries, and moons rise, and clocks tick, and sunβs lit,
On this earth, not my world.