My World
by Fiddlehead
From the album: Springtime and Blind
Track 8 of 10 on Springtime and Blind (2018).
Duration: 2:36
Lyrics for My World
All you colored shirts hang just as you had left And you office door’s closed, just as you had said. All your Dylan tapes stay unplayed and go untouched And your poetry books are closed and collecting dust. “Throw it away”, so they tell me, “to help with the hurt”. Not for my world. Their grass dries, and moons rise, and clocks tick, and sun’s lit, On this earth, not my world.