ran myself up on the land
chasin' the dark black storm
cracked my rudders straight in half
fightin' them waves off shore,
i's up in the early morning hours
makin' sure the house not burnin
down, 20 minutes there and back to
try and prove something more
no sleep for a week 'cause i'm worried
'bout a question, the one that no one
wants to answer an' drives the nail in
could love a girl to pieces but she
ain't nothin more than the warmth
she gives an' the way she consoles
i've wrapped around him tired and sore
but i've been here, i've been here
just bones and shreds offerin' up myself
in as many ways as I can before
that just ain't enough anymore
and it never is, the heart and soul
it never is.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
ran myself up on the land
chasin' the dark black storm
cracked my rudders straight in half
fightin' them waves off shore,
i's up in the early morning hours
makin' sure the house not burnin
down, 20 minutes there and back to
try and prove something more
no sleep for a week 'cause i'm worried
'bout a question, the one that no one
wants to answer an' drives the nail in
could love a girl to pieces but she
ain't nothin more than the warmth
she gives an' the way she consoles
i've wrapped around him tired and sore
but i've been here, i've been here
just bones and shreds offerin' up myself
in as many ways as I can before
that just ain't enough anymore
and it never is, the heart and soul
it never is.
(c) Brooke Otto 2016
i've been here so many times.
