Paws and feet, your back feet are bigger than my heart
My mouth is too small to fit mine
Your brain is too small know right
If only I had put my feet in my mouth
If only you could put your feet in my hands
We would both be fine if we could both understand.
If I had just understood, upon your arrival
How to teach us to do good, just to be more insightful.
Now we are both walking right into a sunset
Two pieces of sunshine thrown back in the upset.
Golden Boy Gone