Tumbleboy

I dropped your voice
It fell through the cracks in the floor
Reminds me of the rung of four
The way i keep rotting the apples
There are many
Tumbles i perform
Tumbles you ignore
I'm your headache
But still you don't wish me away
Tell you again
That i'm the luckiest boy
Cuz there are many
Tumbles i perform
Tumbles you ignore
Tumbles i've implored
Restless sentiment
Half of what i've done
Half the words i've sung arе
Interchangeable with thе look upon your
Eyes
When you see through my disguise
Half of what i wrote
Half the thoughts not spoke are barely
Legible except that i'm not
Your tumbleboy i just tumble a lot