Drip Lyrics by Rolo Tomassi
On the worst days, it’s growing, growing so slowly
What to embody? A plea for the remedy
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On the worst days, it’s growing, growing so slowly
What to embody? A plea for the remedy
Ticking through decades, impaired and unchanged
Move in the space between where decisions were made
One mark of absent-mindedness the harshness of loathing
Skin and bone, losses are lesser, nurture this burden
Intention within
The elements of harnessing