Oh, no. Did no one see it coming?
Most of us oblivious. It now seems obvious and stunning
We were all like children cradled in eachother’s arms
I, for one, was helpless, at the mercy of your charm
These are some things that creep inside my mind at Meo’s shop.
In my line of work, I have to grind my own sausage.
Everywhere I go, I’m always in the office.
In the fog of the culture war, I’m whistling in the trenches.
We dig our heels & throw our weight behind the clunky wheels of justice.
These are some things that occupy my mind at Meo’s shop.
Singed by the furnace when you tempered expectations.
Not everyone was so impressed with your nuanced explanations.
We all just gotta keep pressing on like an alchemists apprentice.
Grind it out & not look back like Arthur and his chalace.
No, I am not ashamed I got a job at Meo’s shop.
Sometimes I might, might forget to tell you.
Oh, you know, the usual: that I’d be useless without you.
Your voice is like a timeless melody inside my head.
It’s the kinda song that haunts the heart regardless what is said.
There’s no one who I’d rather pass the days with that you at Meo’s shop.
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