Testo Minus Most Days Eliza Magill
If I said that most days I stir out of bed when itâs coldReady my steed in the dark
Tell me, do you stare as we canter and saunter around;
Have you seen me at all?
If youâre wanting a view, pay your tokens here too
Iâm happy to talk from where I am
For years Iâve been appraising this town
And Iâm not coming down
I see
From up here I see, people walk similarly
But surely thereâs something diverse about me
Most days I know that
Most days I know
Most days are better than this one
If I said that most days I notice you trudging along
Would you look up or not?
Worldâs sorrowâs all very well
But you havenât encountered the world
Come along weâll eviscerate black and blue bodies
After bruises imagined have been thought away
Youâre less hurt than you think, and less strong than you seem
A little like me
Maybe
Maybe thereâs not much between you and me
Maybe thereâs not much between you and me
Most days I know that
Most days I know
Most days are better than this one
For years Iâve been surveying this town
I donât want to come down
Surely; surely, surelyâ¦
Surely thereâs something distinct about me