Someone I'd Write a Song About

Lyrics:
I think without making a sound
that you're someone I'd write a song about
Your 6'8'' Scottish man tells you to calm down
But he hasn't lived a day in your boots
You take the bus a few blocks up the hill
Maye to catch another
The 90 and 20 always
take a little longer
Up to the mall
in the snow and slush
buy something for them
maybe that stupid little plush
Hobble off the bus
without looking back
talking for 5 minutes with us
but you just miss BC
I hope I never forget your
Red coat with black fur
Bright lip sunglasses won't stop the sun
But "they just look nice" you tell her

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I hate you when you treat me like a dog.

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We are not born to die;
An end is not a purpose.
And if we were born but for death, Then why the green grass?
Why should the horizon stretch between the sea and the sky?
Why should each one be different from the next?
Why should one have green eyes and a blunt nose
While another possesses brunette hair and a soft laugh?
Does a player recite but to pronounce the final word?
Does a musician play a canticle only for the final note?
To speak a word, there must be silence before and after,
Yet a word is not spoken fer the benefit of silence.
We are born to live.