I should have known when
We were destined for falling down, but
Instead I’ve been chasing dreams that pull me around
Taking me anywhere but home.
I wandered away from myself to pick a bouquet
That would show you
I’m sorry for not being the man
I should always be.
I picked one for each day
I couldn’t hold you the way I do, and
Only after seven flowers filled each hand
Did I realize the weeks I’ve lost.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
I should have known when
We were destined for falling down, but
Instead I’ve been chasing dreams that pull me around
Taking me anywhere but home.
I wandered away from myself to pick a bouquet
That would show you
I’m sorry for not being the man
I should always be.
I picked one for each day
I couldn’t hold you the way I do, and
Only after seven flowers filled each hand
Did I realize the weeks I’ve lost.