I wrote a song this weekend
The two sides of my brain are at war
one side keeps dragging me back to your door
the other side keeps telling me to leave
I've been telling myself things you wouldn't believe
I want to tell you somethin' true
but I don't know me,
and I don't know you
I'm fixing to go to outerspace
where there ain't no happiness to chase
where I can scream and nobody will hear
and no one to reaffirm my biggest fear
So that's that, I'll add more to it most likely.
I'm struggling still to find my place, my path, I don't know exactly whether to head north or south.. and that's naturally a problem
because I've got to start moving, soon.
A ball of gas once said
that he was looking down on me,
and I realized then
that stars can only tell the truth.
no matter how old that light,
no matter how many lightyears it's been swimming through space,
it won't stop
until we figure out what it is.
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