We met with goodbyes
Our future already a deflated hot air balloon
Hand in hand our hands always tied to our shoe laces
Static skin enveloped in braces
Running away was never a choice
It was a decision, there is
Something about breaking open your skin
Something about stupendously stepping over the mark where
The runway stops,
Something about the first step
That keeps me moving
Away away away from you
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC
We met with goodbyes
Our future already a deflated hot air balloon
Hand in hand our hands always tied to our shoe laces
Static skin enveloped in braces
Running away was never a choice
It was a decision, there is
Something about breaking open your skin
Something about stupendously stepping over the mark where
The runway stops,
Something about the first step
That keeps me moving
Away away away from you
Keep going
