Musing from President’s Day..
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.
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.
Thought I’d be the one to share this with you,
This night has never been blue,
It’s always been dark and black,
And it feels like I’m on the attack,
If this is nothing but the truth then that’s good enough,
Cuz at least it’s better than hiding,
And we all know how good you are at that,
If there’s something to say and to speak,
I hope it comes out of a place of need.
It took two to get here,
Two stories to tell,
Two crimes to commit.
Yeah in the end I feel it’s just one,
One More Night,
One more crime,
One last time,
Is never the end of this ride.
Everyone has got to have a reason,
To make that movie again,
To get to filming,
To get to remembering..
I can’t lock this away anymore,
And pretend like you don’t hear me at
I think I have to stay,
But it’s because I want to.
I think you have two more friends,
And two more places you can still go,
I think you have 2 sins you hate,
And two directions you can go,
I know this night had to be fast,
Trying to find you,
Trying to stay a little bit longer,
But the two hardest things in life,
Is everything that has to do with making
So leave this place,
But don’t try to pretend and stay,
And if you try to run away,
I hope you have two more reasons,
Why that place was never good enough,
And, while you’re on the run..
There’s two more times,
For two more crimes,
They are fear and regret,
And I think more than twice
They will try to come back again,
But this is where I need you,
To be the better friend.
You had the hold on,
The hold on me,
The hold on you.
Why are you named the way you
Perfect in imperfections.
But holding onto the
Faithful in the outcomes
But You made them anyway?
I was looking for a better reason
To balance this out.
To follow you on the porch lit
To hallow you in the
Misery, cause isn’t that a Holy
I was always in the always,
Moving on and moving with the
Isn’t it missed? Isn’t it a little
I had some ages to live for,
But is this the one that I am
I am closer now to the hold.
Waiting for the pickup,
For the Christmas wrap up.
For the biggest gift is unseen.
Is unclear in the here.
Is sure in the hear.
I am missing it.
Missing you in it.
Missing the parts that
Won’t be ages ago, or
Ages to come.
I need ya now.
I need the hold on.