There are tiny tremors that rock the boat
But all it seems to do is float
As it engages on the rocky sea
As people wonder what the fuck is up with me
And I can’t explain
That I just come down with the rain
And the pain
Is sweet as the music Andrew plays
As he sings away my days
Into a crescendo of perfect purpose 
And the rigmarole seems like a circus
Everybody loves
But those gloves 
Don’t fit me anymore
So I just shut the door 
On them
And some part of me says Amen

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