Jun 2014
Maybe I just can’t hear it
Maybe, but probably not
What if someone comes along after all, what if all I need to do is sit
Sit right here where he told me too
Like a child scolded and sent to his room Just because he asked, “Daddy, when’s dinner?”
He only asked cause he felt like he hadn't eaten since last winter
I swear by my own life I’m listening
Maybe I just can’t hear it
Maybe, but probably not
But, who knows?
Maybe I’m asking the wrong questions?
Maybe I’m destined to a life of harsh lessons so I can relay the message
Maybe, but probably not
Probably just isn’t good enough for me
How many years of this lay ahead? Two? Three?
Surely it can’t be that many
The trick to practiced apathy
is that it tends to never leave
I’ve known the uncaring flag I’ve flown so long that I’ve forgotten your name
after that day
The passion part of my brain was never the same
It doesn’t boad well for my attempts to stay sane
Sometimes having the strength to carry my own cross really *****
Because it seems no matter how much slack you pick up the world weighs the same
I’m not sure if I can listen to one more someone complain about the pain
because honestly I don’t care who hurts the most, I don’t care what you’ve gone through because you're here now, and for Christs sake quit looking behind you!
Nobody’s back there!
You keep talking and saying “But look where I've been!”
I don’t care! Give me a thousand whens, a thousand wheres, Go ahead, sit down, have some coffee... Share
But if by the end of the day you’re still looking over your shoulder then there’s nothing anyone can do for you so stop groveling
The only person who you can sell your soul to is yourself and the buy back price is steep, so take a step before you make a promise you can’t keep.
The buy back price is steep.
Maybe, but probably not
What if someone comes along after all, what if all I need to do is sit
Sit right here where he told me too
Like a child scolded and sent to his room Just because he asked, “Daddy, when’s dinner?”
He only asked cause he felt like he hadn't eaten since last winter
I swear by my own life I’m listening
Maybe I just can’t hear it
Maybe, but probably not
But, who knows?
Maybe I’m asking the wrong questions?
Maybe I’m destined to a life of harsh lessons so I can relay the message
Maybe, but probably not
Probably just isn’t good enough for me
How many years of this lay ahead? Two? Three?
Surely it can’t be that many
The trick to practiced apathy
is that it tends to never leave
I’ve known the uncaring flag I’ve flown so long that I’ve forgotten your name
after that day
The passion part of my brain was never the same
It doesn’t boad well for my attempts to stay sane
Sometimes having the strength to carry my own cross really *****
Because it seems no matter how much slack you pick up the world weighs the same
I’m not sure if I can listen to one more someone complain about the pain
because honestly I don’t care who hurts the most, I don’t care what you’ve gone through because you're here now, and for Christs sake quit looking behind you!
Nobody’s back there!
You keep talking and saying “But look where I've been!”
I don’t care! Give me a thousand whens, a thousand wheres, Go ahead, sit down, have some coffee... Share
But if by the end of the day you’re still looking over your shoulder then there’s nothing anyone can do for you so stop groveling
The only person who you can sell your soul to is yourself and the buy back price is steep, so take a step before you make a promise you can’t keep.
The buy back price is steep.
