Backwoods, tree stumps. Sometimes I like to just get lost 
and spend some time alone. What are you doing, you’re creeping me out don’t you know? I guess that I don’t mind. 

I don’t know what’s going on. I’m sorry I missed your 
call me back and we’ll talk. I’m one to talk and 
you don’t know what’s going on. I’m sorry I missed your 
call me back and we’ll talk. You’re one to talk. 

The snow falls lightly, my footprints follow me all the way home. 
I found beauty dressed in a pillowcase, hidden in limitations. 
Red velvet cake and a tray of cookies, a mountain of sweets and
a big mouth that don’t want to eat.