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garden of guilt

from illinois by Old Hands

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Feeling guilty
On a Sunday
I want to know you but I'm not sure what you'd say about that.
I'm not your best friend, but halfway decent
Let's grab a drink and reminisce about our favorite times.
The times that we had
The good and the bad
The things we might do

Friendships like flowers, I watch them wilt
If I don't tend to my garden I'm filled with guilt.

When I'm guilty on that Sunday,
I think to call you, but I'm not sure that you'd pick up the phone.
It's hard to be there, when you don't feel there.
I'm so sorry that I'm not a better friend to you
Friend to all
It's so hard when you feel so small.

Friendships like flowers, I watch them wilt
If I don't tend to my garden I'm filled with guilt.

Depression makes it hard to be a good friend.
I'm trying my best, but then what then?
Obsess about nothing except your end.

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from illinois, released June 30, 2020

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Old Hands Chicago, Illinois

i am old hands. old hands is me. i am from chicago. i live in la now.

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