This is my city of sometimes
A snapshot of a life i have left behind
This is my story of years ago
A plot that never saw itself through
Silently i got up and walked away
Couldn't take the pain, dead ends, or regret again
Crawled under a canvas of paint to hide
Under too much pressure to even decide
And then you said...
This was my city of sometimes
A whisper of a voice of the desperate kind
A promise i made to myself long ago
A fable so tall it can never be told
Fell to my knees as i watched it slip away
A grotesque version of myself looked back at me
Drowned myself in every line of rhyme i could find
And then you said...
Take it as a sign
You've got to bury it down
Take it as a sign
You've got to bury it down
Take it into the earth
You've got to bury it down
Take it into another place
You've got to bury it down