Today could be a different day. If the sky lifts up the haze off of my front lawn. Or just another time I hold my tears. For another year on my way back home.
Please don't leave me without saying goodbye. Without saying goodbye. . You and I, cold February night. It's been a half an hour. Taking sweet time, saying our goodbyes.
Ill wait till the clock strikes a nerve to spend some time with you. I cant stand to depend on the shadow I cast alone we should. For the sake of making a statement lets make our presence known.