I’m tired My body is tired All I want to do is sleep My soul has been dragged through The streets Being stomped on, spit on, set ablaze By everyone I’ve wronged They put me in vines Over time Over growth I just become another Piece of the forest…
There’ll be that moment When you’re 98 years old Or 47 And you’ll realize what was good for you Has gone out the door Over a wall Moved away Forever And you have nothing Not a box of pictures Or a saved voicemail Just a long cold winter Ahead of you…
Catch yourself looking back It’s okay There’s good memories there too You have to sift Rearrange Move about This and that Resisting the urge To reach out to say You’re sorry For how it ended For… How you moved on Resisting the urge To reach out and say There really was love ‘Between you and me…’ . Then you put all the stuff back In its place Rearrange Move this and that Where you found it Memories The years Piled up Pull down the door Lock it And come back to it when you want to Because you don’t live there Anymore… And yet you place your hand Once more upon the door And hope nobody saw you…
You can never pick back up Where you left off Even if you both believe it Even if you both want it More than anything . Too many days and nights Have passed Too much hurt that cannot be Bandaged Those open wounds Become but a bookmark In your soul . Just watch that ship Go by you in the night There’s no one at the helm Anyway…