Scarecrows in the field
Harsh winds blow, a slow reveal
cover of night, time stand still.
Crows wait to pick the bones
Drifting, into this place unkown
srape whatever’s left of me…
Feel the air outside,
cauterize, breath freezes in the air
Please remind me I’m still here.
Lost within the sheets
Our hands touched, you let go of me
left me a ghost, I can’t hold
The room grows cold
Innocence, looked so easy
From up here
Don’t hurry this away
I get the sense, you remember
The way it was,
how you felt back then
Do you remember what we had?
I do… I do
Pile of bill’s, fall to the floor
Craving childhood like never before
Lighting escaped so long ago..
If you’re naive, I’ll resist
The temptation of saying it
Don’t think,
stuff it down inside