Like John TeshI feel like running away, or would you prefer that I stay, Notice how I place the onus on you, Notice the weight on your shoulders And I feel like the first time that I met you, when I knew that I could not stand to be around you, But this physical thing has got me wrapped around you, and I feel caved in so what is your decision Surrounding, this matter of the flesh and I feel a little sort of like Why do you laugh at me that way? I talk a lot cause quietness scares me. I'm sorry I'm a roundabout guy, What was the question again, and why? And I feel like the first time that I met you, when I knew that I could not stand to be around you, But this physical thing has got me wrapped around you, and I feel caved in so what is your decision Surrounding, this matter of the flesh and I feel a little sort of kinda like john tesh, When he made the move from anchor, to the struggling position of a starving low musician And why do you laugh at me that way, I am like john tesh in his post anchor days I play a mean guitar I feel a little sort of like John Tesh. What is your decision. © Andrew Vanhorn.
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