Just Pick One
Mama’s Broke
Just pick one, it’ll hurt some if it needs tô
I know weakness is a sickness and a virtue
And cold bitter winds are never-ending
So just pick one, it’s a season, it’ll run through
Fear is only worth what it costs you
I know wisdom when it holds true and misleads you
On your long journey home, carrying stones
There ain’t nothing that’s worthless if it arms you
Each one is the same one as the last one
I know meaning’s ever-reaching till you find one
Walking on a million lines that never end
Just pick one, it’ll hurt some if it needs tô
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