Nothing On My Plate (snippet)


This drout is making me feel sick
I wish that I could say just what I meant
But now there ain't no words
That make me sound much less absurd

Call it what you think is fair
But I still feel so unprepared here
Wait until the clouds come out
For rain to wash away your doubts

Now why can't you sit and wait
Can't you still try to relate?
I've got nothing on my plate
Nothing left to serve you with my dear

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