The Post

Eyed it, dried it, untied it

Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it

Taste it, traced it, erased it



He's my post to lean on

And I just cut him down

So I'm out to land on somethin'

Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground



Eyed it, dried it, untied it

Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it

Taste it, trace it, erased it



He's my post to lean on

And I just cut him down

So I'm out to land on somethin'

Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground



He's my post to lean on

And I just cut him down

So I'm out to land on somethin'

Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground


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