Bear my head, my hand up high

Peace be still, I haven’t held it in a while

Like a kid, I sit and cry

I can’t say goodbye

I thought it would feel so old

Looking out from my childhood bedroom window

Outlines change

Is it still home?

It doesn’t feel so

Until I leave the fold

In a dream I spoke to you

Haven’t heard your point of view in several blue moons

Talk’s the same, cliches are doomed

Don’t think I missed you

Until I leave so soon

I can’t figure out, should I stay?

Split up into parts, meet halfway

Pieces never fit, can’t be okay

I should learn to hold my own weight