It started to rain. The foreshadow moved into frame And it started to hit me. It wasn’t passing quickly. We took to the streets. It looked like a scene from a movie. Dripping with jealousy. That’s just the bastard in me. This is a war we had to wage. I tried to stand down to The voice of the optimist in me. I had my things packed to get away. But sometimes it’s hard...
Be kind, rewind. I can’t help thinking of better times When I wouldn’t hesitate a line Or drop dimes, in hopes you’d be the one they’d find. Sat still in the hospital; I see you. I wish you saw me too. I couldn’t catch your attention, For a lack of better words. Diagnosis: Emotions. Would you say so? If you feel it? I really tried to get some sleep But...
Today is 7. That would be 11. I miss it. This is the reason I’m writing these songs. Sorry for being so cryptic.