It's hard accepting the way the hands on a clock touches others.
While I was chasing my dreams to spoil them, I lost both my grandmothers.
Is there a such thing as wasted time?
The best things in life are usually at the end of of a line.
We cherish it because we'd have to wait again to do it twice.
Maybe that's why God put heaven at the end of life.
I want kids, but I hold off hoping my numbers could be bolder.
Then every time I see my mom, I remember she's getting older.
I put my faith in you, I put my faith in a tick.
Then you and the time disappeared, why do we trust things we can't predict?
What are we waiting for? We all have a day they're wearing black.
Sometimes I stare at clocks & wonder if time is staring back.
We were born into this measurement and forced to adopt.
all of our tears dropping on glass & hands, standing on clocks.

Life is a series of moments, & moments past.
Every moment is a decision, & the impacts of our decisions usually last.
One feels special, One feels right.
I wake up Jekyll , go to sleep Mr. Hyde
It seems life never goes without a sense of irony.
A best friend, I’m greenlit when you’re eyeing Me.
Then you’re here & it’s a different style to say.
Didn’t know It was possible to feel close to someone 900 miles away.
I think the strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde didn’t even talk about the worse part.
Split personalities is bad, but two people shared one heart.
That’s the true horror story when they’re both special.
Back & Forth, Jekyll Jekyll, Hyde Hyde, Jekyll.

Fishers understand the water is thinner than the sky when they finally look up.
I’m not fishing, I’m the bait that put my hooks up.
It’s not that I’m impatient or that I couldn’t wait.
It’s actually the opposite, I wasted to much time at the lake.
I keep myself fed just in case one swims by that may catch my eye.
But this one I was so proud of so I ate my pride.
I feel like we have all taken a boat down that same double lapped route.
It’s like being disciplined in the casino all day but the one time you gamble you still crap out.
I know that’s how my best friend feels, she’s tired of being disturbed by every long John silver.
But life is about balance, there’s a grateful Reciever for every generous giver.
I know that’s easier said when your stomach is growling & you’re fishing for relief.
but catching what you need is much better than a constant catch & release.

Remember how weekends felt in 2017.  
Road trips that flew by as if we tricked the road, staring at pictures we’d already seen.
Back when three hours was to much time & 200 miles was to much space.
The people in the stands looked much different when he imagined this part of the race.
It all blends, stress, bounce castles, loud music, and stitches.
Memories feel the same whether we’re picturing the home runs or the misses.
When we’re reminiscing it’s much less about how we arrived where.
It’s more about who is here now & who was there.
Back when he was only making 80k but constant hotels felt like no expense.
look back at the memories & there’s sense when the feeling hasn’t been back since.
Seeing the news shared before i even had the chance to tweet.
Back when I didn’t appreciate where I was you were more proud than me.
I hope you’re still proud of me even It’s someone else.
I took the life I was supposed to give to you & gave It to myself.

I paint my canvas with my eyes closed, envisioning you.
The perfect stencil, a flawless inspiration there is no revision to.
A smile bright as the desert, an attraction like the Grand Canyon.
They say when you sky dive you can’t believe you were so scared when you finally land.
I have this paint 30 thousand miles up, I’m inspired & I’m shaking.
Still I paint the sky red like the 6:30pm photos all the tourists are taking.
You come home to see Arizona, when I look at you I see Arizona.
This is home to some of the most beautiful flowers & when I hug you I smell that aroma.
I just got promoted but this is the most alive I’ve felt this year.
Who knew this is what they meant when they said I’d melt out here.