Tasha But There's Still The Moon
The truth is all these rhymes
Barely hold me together
But I still try
To bare it through the bad weather
Winter's harsh sting
So unforgiving
Inside hiding
It's okay, don't want to be seen
But there's still the moon
And I still really love the color blue
And after the quiet comes
I still have my baby's sleepy hum
Losing what my hurt brings
Keeping my best thing to myself
Losing what my hurt brings
Keeping my worst thing to myself
Leave my body with anyone but me
I can't be responsible you see
This whole time passing as a boss
All the while just a little lost
