You’re a word that I once heard but should not say aloud
There were days when I would walk with my head in your cloud
And it’s a high place with more than a chance of rain
In this dry space, parched lips will take what they can take
Your silence only leads to violence you said
But I trip the wires when I try to explain
That it’s my way or the highway I want you to leave
No trace of your face, all I know now is
I hope that I die in the sunshine
With bare feet on the earth
Not a cloud in the blue sky as I fall in reverse
But your bitter stony heart will not fly
Let it be a lesson to you and I
Speak for yourself
I am not the foolish kind
Copyright (C) 2009 Jon Ericson

January 30th, 2009 → 10:08 am @ Jon
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