Sunday, January 20, 2013


with no soft place to lay your head
with your bag and shoes in tow instead
without the comfort of our unmade bed
you are troubled

but now you know your father
and now you know your purpose
but now you know i'm troubled

you're hoping for a landing pad
hoping for what you should've had
hoping for sanity in world gone mad
(because it's not you who is)

because it's not you who's unsure
because it's only what you choose
again and again

searching for understanding
from me
searching for that safe landing
from me
searching for solid standing
from me
and you know i tried
and you know i cried
(because it's not you who did)

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