Blunt Talk

Counting on my fingers
Flicking on a blinker, turn away
Hook and line and sinker
Feelings always linger through the day
Adding to my body weight
I know that you're getting sleepy
Pavement turning into soup
In a moment, you'll be sinking
Mother named you, I love you
You
Living in a lunch box
Should've worn some sunblock, turning red
Hear a little blunt talk
Always on the run, thoughts put to bed
Pulling on another thread
I know that you're getting sleepy
Pavement turning into soup
In a moment, you'll be sinking
Mother named you, I love you
You