Clutter

Kiss me hard and hold me closely

I wanna feel your body

'Cause feelin' bad ain't so bad

I say all of this without exception

'Cause the white noise and depression

Have had the upper hand for sometime

And oh my dear, what is time?

A still frame in our minds

That we pull pieces from to add to the clutter

And in this fleeting moment

Talkin' just won't do

So I dip my hand in each color and place them all over you

Is it safe to think things are goin' good?

I never quite understood

What I should share and what I hold in

So here's to me tryin' to make sense of it all

Strike a match and give me a draw

I guess we'll find out in due time

And oh my dear, what is time?

A still frame in our minds

That we pull pieces from to add to the clutter

And in this fleeting moment

Talkin' just won't do

So I dip my hand in each color and place them all over you

And oh my dear, what is time?

A still frame in our minds

That we pull pieces from to add to the clutter

And in this fleeting moment

Talkin' just won't do

So I dip my hand in each color and place them all over you