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Mar 2011
When I woke up this morning
My stomach was churning
And I made my engine start burning.
And off I was on the road.
I put the petal to the metal
I took the fire off the kettle
For the places I had to go.

So here I am at the station
I’m told I’m supposed to be a waiting
But what for, I don’t know.
All the decisions I’m supposed to be making,
And all the lies that I’ve been faking
Make me just want to go.
So here I am at the station
On a train I’m supposed to be a waiting
For a girl I don’t know.
But I know my hearts been aching
And the pain hasn’t been fading.
But I’m not going to go.

Well, I’m tearing at the ridges
And I’m burning all the bridges
To find something new.
Well, I’m holding to my standards
And I’m hoping to get grander
So I’m hoping to not fall through.
Well, I’m going through the motions
But I’m failing in my notions,
Maybe higher hopes will do.

So here I am at the station
I’m told I’m supposed to be waiting
For a girl I once knew
All the choices I’ve had to make
And all the lies I’ve had to fake
Make me want to start over new.
So here I am at the station
On a train I’m supposed to be waiting
For a girl I know who
Caused my heart all the ache.
And made me feel like I was great,
But I don’t know what to do.
Written by
Daniel Coleman
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