100 Days

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I want to pack myself tight and follow you
But life sits on my chest
That stubborn bellows

Say tomorrow enough times fast
And it sounds like a made up word

I glimpse your face in crowds
And know it can't be you

Or it's me, packed tight and hoping that you will follow

I want cut myself loose and be with you
In that room your mother sealed
But time's a stubborn arrow

Pray the right way and hard enough
They say that all wounds heal

Your mother took the Jesus down from the wall
Whenever I came round to see you

Barely me, packed tight and hoping that you would follow

I want to make myself right there with you
As you are lining up your shoes
Your world growing narrow

Say tomorrow to me ten times fast
Say it louder till I see you

I'm just another face in the crowd
And any one of us could be you

100 days, packed tight and dreaming that I could follow
100 days, packed tight and dreaming that I could follow

~ Brendan Bonsack






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