Casey Hallas Art

Peas in a Pod

Same untied shoes,
Same licking wounds;
Yeah put me in
the damaged camp;
And when my hands
shoot rubber bands;
Delinquent with
a faith in me.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

Same heart attack,
Same bones we know;
Same frozen face
down in the snow.
My new guitar,
A classic tone;
And I need
what I don’t know.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

Some day our kitchen
Filled with light;
And friends come here
To sit for wine;
A body for
a waking mind;
Touching you
Not biding time.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

And then again
you raise your own;
And they forgot
to understand.
How heavenly
the flowerpot
I have wings
and wind below.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.