Favorite Person

 

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You help me, you try to help me

Even though I’m hard to help

I don’t want it, I don’t need it, 

But when you give it to me 

You return me to myself 

You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world

You do the same thing every day 

you blame it on me, find a way

I think you’re changing every day

I'm changing the same way

I don't have to meet you halfway 

Music

I’m working out my issues on you

I see you working out for me

We’re working it all out somehow

It seems we’re working out miraculously

I still haven’t met anyone I’d rather live / fight / leave here with

I still haven't met anyone I like more than you

 

You’re so selfish for me, you impress upon me

What you love about me, I can’t take credit for

You give me the best cut, you plate it pretty

You thank me for something I can’t take credit for

You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world

Walk down the hall to tell me some story about 

what happened last night You would never leave me out

You plan it for me, Make it all about me

Go out with your friends, you would never cause me doubt

If I have to lay low with someone, 

I want you in my foxhole, you’re the one

If I have to isolate with someone

In a lockdown we can have fun

Apocalyptic

 

I was working on this song and read this article by Peter Brannen and it just seemed to fit, 

so I pulled some words from his first paragraph.

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No more words All the words have been said

By someone else’s tongue And they all fall dead

When the fireball from heaven comes rushing in

And the future is growing dim, the fix is in

The music of the spheres, the clashing of the spears

The screeching of tires, the tearing apart of the years

Continents crash together, rip apart, turn inside out

Sloshing ocean on a skin of rock covers our wobbling orb circling

The thermonuclear explosion on the inside in the void

Icy rocks careening overhead, the tug of celestial bodies

Points Earth toward a new North star

 

No more songs all the songs have been sung

By someone else’s tongue And they all are done, over and done

The music of the spheres, the clashing of spears

The screeching of tires, the tearing apart of the years

 

When the fireball from heaven comes rushing in

And the future is growing dim, the fix is in

Continents crash together, rip apart, turn inside out, killing nearly everything

Sloshing ocean on a skin of rock covers our wobbling orb circling

The thermonuclear explosion on the inside in the void

Icy rocks careening overhead, the tug of celestial bodies

Points Earth toward a new North star