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Sometimes it's hard to look you in the eye |
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the mess i've created it stands idly by |
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and i dont expect the dishes to do themselves |
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but that sure would be nice |
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cause i am moving circles, falling back |
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my past has caught up to me, and i've lost track |
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of what is history and what is a book marked page |
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I'd always hoped to come back to someday |
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don't speak to soon |
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I'll likely shut my ears or shut down |
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I'm mostly floating |
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and I'm not ready to come down |
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Don't wipe away my tears so quickly |
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Do you even know if they're happy or sad |
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maybe i need to let them fall |
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clean me out and wash me down |
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and let me drown for a while |
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you don't have to hold my hand through this |
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you've got enough to carry on your own |
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I think you'll need but hands for that |
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i think for now I'd be better off alone |
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I will be fine, |
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i need to grow |
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no expectations please |
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because i dont know |
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where im going or where i even stand |
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i'm just trying to find out exactly who i am |
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don't speak to soon |
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I'll likely shut my ears or shut down |
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I'm mostly floating |
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and I'm not ready to come down |