I don't know about anyone else, but sometimes i feel like my head is full of rocks.
As if my thoughts were stones, so it's so hard to think.
Like if you could knock on 'em you'd break your fist.
And im sure if you tried to skip 'em they would only sink. Probably sink until they reach my heart and just sit there, on a chair, so it's so hard to love.
Love is nowhere near the point.
My stand - still thoughts i cannot forget.
There are times when the only thing i think up are roadblocks.
It's just as hard to think as it is to speak when you desire but your mouth is heavy.
If i don't give you an answer it's simply because i can't think of one.
I hope this doesn't sound like an excuse because it's not, but it is definitely my reason.
When i fail to remember about grabbing my wallet, and my phone - don't blame me it was just the heavy stones. They travel to my hands.
When i get us completely lost, with a few wrong turns, i just wasn't thinking straight.
Stone thoughts make it hard to think.
When it rains im under the weather, the rocks get wet, trap the water, make a river and it pours into my soul endlessly drowning my body.
It rises, overflows and it all comes out through my mouth, ears & eyes.
It's how you see me; and it is possible that might be my demise.
I don't know how i came to these thoughts that don't let me be.
Or more like it , that need to set me free.
These rocks - my rocks - fall into the self deception.
Some come with a bad reception - sourced from a good transmission.
But then again i don't think it's ever good to have self - suspicion.
So then the idea comes of a soft giving.

  Sometimes i wish for the yards to shrink.
  Rocks in my head, so it's so hard to think.