I burned my thumbs searching for your approval
And scraped my knees tripping through the recesses
Of your mind
But now I'm finding myself needing to
Paint over the flaws I made for you
To get you to look my way
All you left me with was a bag of cliches
And wet feet from running in the rain
Trying to make it to your side.
I was abandoned before you arrived
And I was found before I was lost
So now I will be going back to my old ways
But as long as your steps are forward
It doesn't matter how many steps back
My feet take my mind.