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Some Kind of Garden
by Jake Bellissimo
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I am sitting with iced coffee though it's freezing cold outside
It's 5 a.m. and I am feeling things I can't describe
Though they're coming off as new, they also seem quite old
Not in a mediocre way, but more like "where were they before?"
I'm thinking things I'd say in New York though I'm now living Upstate
Like when you're on a moving bus but feel frozen inside
Spoke on the phone with yesterday to talk about today
And how tomorrow today will have been yesterday
Then I wrote a couple letters to people I won't see again
It's always good to have something I've worked on, but never shared
So I'll say the things I never said and never will say
But that's fine with me - some things are left best unsaid
I know nothing about flowers, but these words feel like seeds
So I'll plant them in some soil and see how they look in a month
I'll water all these memories and just try to make some sense
But if they die, that's fine
'Cos in my life, I'd like to have some kind of garden
I am sitting with iced coffee though it's freezing cold outside
It's 5 a.m. and I am feeling things I can't describe
Though they're coming off as new, they also seem quite old
Not in a mediocre way, but more like "where were they before?"
I'm thinking things I'd say in New York though I'm now living Upstate
Like when you're on a moving bus but feel frozen inside
Spoke on the phone with yesterday to talk about today
And how tomorrow today will have been yesterday
Then I wrote a couple letters to people I won't see again
It's always good to have something I've worked on, but never shared
So I'll say the things I never said and never will say
But that's fine with me - some things are left best unsaid
I know nothing about flowers, but these words feel like seeds
So I'll plant them in some soil and see how they look in a month
I'll water all these memories and just try to make some sense
But if they die, that's fine
'Cos in my life, I'd like to have some kind of garden
