Those times spent with you,
Bending the rules,
Doing all of that for you.
Breaking the past,
Making this last,
Counting the number of numbers I have
All the times I have backed out,
And let you in,
All the messages you left,
And Sundays you dismissed.
Used to hate Football,
And the break,
And the half,
And its coming at last,
And you’re gonna wait around for it,
Just like me..
But my decisions are based in your math,
Are you gonna take me back,
Are you gonna take the wrath?
Numbers are on,
And You were the count on,
The one I called upon.
Those 5 were never short of breathless,
Those 10 had it in,
I gave it a decade since you showed me the
Now I got a lot of pills still stored away,
Numbers you never knew about,
Half time show for ya,
Half my time, I feel I am giving to
More is yet to come,
But less is not good enough,
Less is not the number I want on.
Never think you are ready for what is about to come..cause you can’t be..
Just give it all you got..live..live as much this year as you can..
Everyone has been shaped by their past but only so much of your thought life can be directed at what has passed…
Wanted you to keep the stare on,
To climb the stairs on.
To show me how to be,
How to move forward without Ya.
If you think this is about you,
It probably is.
A little more broken since you left.
A little more on the better since you
I had some time to think,
In the freeze of the frames you called
Fame you stopped going after.
I had some time to stare,
To learn how to care.
I was always fixed on you,
On the beauty of you.
I see you clearer now.
Its not better since you’re around.
I got a stare to take up with Ya.
I got a holiday to spend away from Ya.
I tried turning you off, tuning you out.
I tried, I tried.
You just kept knocking the same.
Coming to me without any change.
I am editing that remix,
I am trying to stream this life like
A little entertainment for Ya.
A little burning sun I lost with Ya.
I had some holiday,
I had some petition.
I think you hated my condition.
I need some tradition.
Need you now to stop that forsaken kind
Of walk, that move on kind of talk.
I needed a holiday off,
But those lights don’t work,
Those nights don’t serve.
Its my last nerve to say I need
You. It won’t be the last time I’ve
Surrendered to You,
You are the one and only on,
The leave on,
The hold you had on,
The holiday, now,
Is still on.