Meeting Again for the First Time

Barely able to keep the lids open At times I might think I need the rest But who would wanna go back there? It's already hard enough to say I need it Bad memories and good times Keep me from believing that I can still jump off No longer, no longer the same You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location Standing still becomes a chore Anxious to get the pavement moving The easy solution to this And everything else is to move on It comes equipped with the last word They find ways to drag you along And dismantle what you created It's already hard enough to say I need it Bad memories and good times Keep me from believing that I can still jump off No longer, no longer the same You grow accustomed to seeing the sun in a different location Standing still becomes a chore Anxious to get the pavement moving Happiness is not having to Lie on the floor dead alone Happiness is not having to