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What It Means When It Means Nothing
Holding all my boys tightly in my arms Can make me feel heavy helpless, We’ve all been there at some point lying in mother’s lap, God how we need that, feeling the heat from her hand on our heads Our helpless little heads that never learned We haven’t learned a goddamned thing. Do you remember I held you in my arms Closer still than those before me and you I held you in my arms while you cried like a baby And the birds overhead had all lost their minds, Circling in chaos, they all went crazy. Holding all this weight in my arms, saving it for another day, wait for the burning bright sun to blaze it away, Someday, someday. Feeling that sickening peace when you realize none of this matters, none of this will ever go away, but that doesn’t matter anymore. We haven’t learned a goddamned thing. Do you remember how I held you in my arms, Never that close again, I think. I held you in my arms, cradled just like a baby And the birds overhead had all lost their minds, Circling in chaos, we all went crazy.
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