Would you be willing. To take me for my word?. If I told you I was falling. If I told you things I'm sure you've heard. . Would you stand up and walk away?.
There are no angels. Only patronizing saints. Who would gladly keep you out of trouble. But never let you forget. That you came. . There are no favors.
Sad lonely boy. Caught between perfection and directions to the next big thing. Gets so hard sometimes. Always stuck between what you have and what you think you need.
Well I'm walking with my father's ghost. And he's talking to me. He says "I'm sorry it's so hard to be free". . He says "I knew you when you were so young.