dust

dust

It was going too fast
I didn’t want it to be done
I didn’t want to leave her there alone
Just a little more

I didn’t want it to be done
In the silence, in the dark
Just a little more
The dust in the jar wasn’t really her

In the silence, in the dark
This was as close as I was going to get
The dust in the jar wasn’t really her
No more fires, no more sweet tea

This was as close as I was going to get
I didn’t want to leave her there alone
No more fires, no more sweet tea
It was gone too fast

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