Sometimes it's hard to tell who keeps secrets Because lately my spirit weakens While we all wait in darkening dumps Behind a facade of witty and trippy smiles But when was the last time you actually smiled? Like when we had to stop by that corner coffee shop even just long enough to say hello Back then we had each other, and what we have now I don't know The past lingers long enough to whisper sweet thoughts of Summer Come to pass with Winter's cold and heavy hand Beaches breeze and Georgia heat will come again in a year But we can never go back to the way we had. But we can never go back.
Our pieces linger all throughout my head When I’d rather be next to you instead Cause it doesn’t always mean whatever the hell we said that night When stretched minds and weak hearts begin to fight
My knees may shake, but this heart of mine won’t break From sticks to stones, there’s so much I can take Bruising words when we try and speak I’ve emptied myself, and I’ve become weak
Driving down the same old street Sometimes I forget to breathe My voice is fading before I can finish singing When words barely seem to have any meaning My kaleidoscope perspective faded to black When you told me never to come back
Summer’s still the same but not enough time to waste with you When time became fake, but you stayed true Rain is falling here on this other side of town I’m sure that it’s clear wherever you are right now
I know that you wish me well But, darling I can never tell When you were the only thing keeping me around You were the anchor that never tied me down Now forever bound to the ground
she is my little ball of sunshine. Lucy
change
change.
a change in scenery
and change of pace
while i keep my space
you build miles while i build minutes
what’s the speed limit
it takes to diminish someone’s spirits
is it the cold
as the distance grows
is it seeing who can put on a bigger show
i’m not afraid to take the stage
i refuse to go in another cage
but if we’re both in the spotlight
blinding white, like a deer in headlights
how can we find each other tonight?
cause maybe we can’t hold hands
when we’re too busy holding our cigarettes
dry lips, to occupied to build connections
of affections
to those we so desperately cling on showing
baby, i’m glowing
no wait. it’s slowing
dragging like a cripple in mud
heavy like a high school backpack
in the summer
heat
heating up
when you think you’ve had enough
burning
like your grandmother’s cast iron
sizzling
until
it cracks in your broken mirror
of the reflection you’ve left behind
i thought
but that’s the thing about skeletons
they’re a part of you apart from you
shadows stretch and shrink
because just when you think
you’re in control
you fall deeper in the rabbit hole
i may not be smoking hot but i sure as hell am smoking pot
for shits and giggles, i guess.