I think too much
I'm out of touch
With the words in my mouth
But I'd say them all again
It may seem fine
Ill give it time
So I can see
The things right in front of me
Again and again I find myself
Waiting on the dreams of someone else
Giving them the words to write their books
But never take a second to see if I could
And when I find
Peace of mind
Then ill know
Which way to go
Or so I was told
In fewer words
When I was sold
That fickle lie
Will it feel the same if I wrote it down
Will the ink on the paper make it drown
Will it rise to the surface like a feeling unearthing
Man I need to leave this town
