Cinnamon

Feel like I can make it out this time
But how much longer
Water underneath the bridge is cold
And getting deeper
It's true
It feels just like
The day before
And the day before that too
I still taste
The cinnamon
And poetry of you

Pour a little more into my glass
And smooth the edges
Lining up the frames of moments passed
Frozen splinters
It's true
It feels just like the day before
In need of something new
But I still taste
The cinnamon
And poetry of you

It's true
It feels just like
The day before
And the day before that too
I still taste
The cinnamon
And poetry of you