Strings

I’ve spent a lot more time driving,
Took the wrong road down to healing
Just trying to hide from my ghosts
Looking for the coast that I’ve never seen

We stood attached to balloons in masses,
Let go of our cultures classes
We took a stand for our children,
As we stood on graves of others

We won’t ever attend each others funerals,
As ten years have passed and the barrels still say construction,
I’ve been on this for far to long and I’ve never seen an exit
Just to let me turn around on me letting you down

I’ve spent a lot more time driving,
Took the long road back to home
Just to find you holding a balloon
Let go as my time approaches

We will never fly,
Despite what my dreams keep telling me
There is no strings, but gravity keeps getting to me
And my equal space tells me we are both the same

We tear at each other with rope,
Expecting to get up off the ground
I’ve been at this for years, and the simple thought of tape
Let go of the hands that you can never stop

I’ve spent a lot more time thinking about this than you have,
Took the wrong clocks with me wherever I went
Just to find I was always where I should’ve been
Let go of all the memories

Softly tied to spend more time letting go
Done the hard way

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