Bare feet on the sand when the sun sets down to begin rising
the wind kisses the sand and that forms a new horizon
it's telling me something I don't know, but I can feel it
old and new, never been here at the time when I actually need it
Tilted trees
Ambient sea
And the whispering cold
I shouldn't stay here, but I want to
I should care about me, my mind says I aught to
right here where we met it seems a moment ago
I wash out this stain, even though I don't want to
finding this thought is my greatest achievement
I choose the other me and I know that want to.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
Bare feet on the sand when the sun sets down to begin rising
the wind kisses the sand and that forms a new horizon
it's telling me something I don't know, but I can feel it
old and new, never been here at the time when I actually need it
Tilted trees
Ambient sea
And the whispering cold
I shouldn't stay here, but I want to
I should care about me, my mind says I aught to
right here where we met it seems a moment ago
I wash out this stain, even though I don't want to
finding this thought is my greatest achievement
I choose the other me and I know that want to.