Caught up in a stormy prairie
I ought to seek the old me
Stretched my knees for me to see
Great walls built before i'm thirty
I am gone but there i am
Not a winner or a grand slam
Singing, whining, turn an old jam
Barely living without a glam
Bend and break a twisted faith
Go here not there to love not hate
Crawl, get up and stand straight
Cut loose, be free from dead weight
All seem great and scary
To keep less is more than many
What a shame yours truly
I am lost but not really
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
Caught up in a stormy prairie
I ought to seek the old me
Stretched my knees for me to see
Great walls built before i'm thirty
I am gone but there i am
Not a winner or a grand slam
Singing, whining, turn an old jam
Barely living without a glam
Bend and break a twisted faith
Go here not there to love not hate
Crawl, get up and stand straight
Cut loose, be free from dead weight
All seem great and scary
To keep less is more than many
What a shame yours truly
I am lost but not really
