Linkin' Fingers from cries by Rayne Blakeman

you've got lincoln fingers, linkin logs, block by block
the feeling it lingers, are we friends, or not?
developed a complex, in my mind, in my guts
treat you like an object, something that i must covet

i know, in my heart of hearts, i know
we're growing apart

i feel like an anchor for you when theres a storm
feelin lots of anger, at what? i don't know
think you got a complex, feeling right, feeling smart
beginning to suspect i might be better off

i know in my heart of hearts, i know
we're growing apart

i got so used to knowing you that before i knew it
i didn't even recognize you

i would meet you on a plane, without restriction, without constraints
i would meet you in a field, without limitation, without definition

i'm wondering if we could even talk the way we used to anymore
and i'm wondering if i really want that anymore

• Pop
• bard
• singer-songwriter
• Pennsylvania