I placed my feet on the pavement
Pardon my manners, I’m late
Twenty-two got me on edge
Lately my head been low-key
Reasons to call on rotation
But you keep reading my seat
So take me back to your garden
Where my feet may stay
my
these
But you turned and you
I was your only
Your
So me,
is supposed be
me my supposed to
me where is be
Show where my heart to be
lift the head
Shorten my reach
is deep
Steal you what planned
Turning grave
Watering what’s left of
So take me back to your
stay
my heart was
By and these will
But you turned said
I your only
one
me,
Show where heart is
Show me my is supposed be