Long Term Game Plan

I saw you crying on Thursday, and the birds cried too
I saw you crying on Thursday, and the children stopped playing to watch you

But when I cry…

When I cry the water leaks from my feet and leaves a path of decay in my wake
When I cry the water leaks from the my calloused soles
and the salt feeds the earth
and I destroy the trees
and the drinking fountains for goats
Seriously, that’s not a metaphor, my feet actually leak!
I’m seeing a doctor about it on Tuesday!
So I won’t call you until then.

– Scott Sandwich

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