: I walk so tired, so opaque
Use words too many, I can
Share our cultures casualty
Can't see the forest from the trees
We laugh at a time
That came and went
Colors boast from the east sky, resting
Over nostalgia, we retract
The Now is ours, but the Then we can get back
:
And when the world comes crashing down
Don't make a move
Don't make a sound
Just watch it fall
Watch it come down
Feel it as it goes
Does it feel good to let go?
:
I lost myself along the way
Restless night mixed with purposeless days
Counting forward, taking steps
To a better man, one you can live with
:
Full of color, all she's made up
Melancholy ways to count her scars
(Her scars)
Full of color, all she's made up
Melancholy ways to count her scars
(To count her scars)