The Urge

Stuck on a Monday

When I get home I will melt through the hallways

Sit on the floor while my old self keeps asking

Where are you hiding?

This urge has been calling, I won't take long

So I took my shit and hit the road

My eyes still gleaming with the thought of making this my home

I used to dream of nights like these when I was ten years old

Breathe-in the moment

Then just close your eyes and let it go

Let it grow

Let it go, let it grow

Just let it grow