Tie The Ends

You always said everyone’s a circle or square

And everything is either red or blue

Every time I trace it back I’m holding the ends

Every time I lose the thread of you

I swear I stayed here

Only because of you

And I’ll see you again my friend

Can’t tell if I hope that’s true or

If I could die without a sign to hold onto

Can’t decide if I should tie the ends

Suddenly alone on my own side of the fence

Never saw the pickets growing in between