These streets are as cold and wet. As my eyes, flesh and bones are longing home. I was taken out of context. And to think. . You had me not speaking for a month or two.
With big guns and big ambitions. Never ending arguments. When is your ammunition spent. With big guns you load and shoot me down. With all those pretty words you thought out.
Force me to open my mouth. Again because they know I don't want to. Speak loud when they make me feel. Like a boy scout. So hard to tell them You love them to.
My feet felt light for the first time in months. It was like you came walking across the room. Straight at me and then straight through me. And then stopped and stood still for awhile.
Fast lane, sane, insane this world is running. And I'm walking with a cane. Seek, seek you can be unique. But whatever you do don't let your inside out.
Guess it's in all those small things. Eyes closed or eyes wide open. Something in the corner of everyone's eye. (See or look away again). This time I won't ignore.
Sit down in the carousel. Up front like a brave boy. Don't scream like a little girl. Shut up boys don't cry. . Come to a rest that flows. From a spring unseen.