Kickaround
So I guess I'll make due
with all that was handed down
and shyly return
from this all night kickaround
Quiet and cursed
these tired bones demured
to shuffle it homeward
it's all I could endure
And have I waited too long
or did I not wait long enough?
These old walls remind me
I guess I was hoping for something more
So lost in the live touch
of comfort and company
and whisper so coy
and all that surrounded me
And after we walk
down avenues endlessly
and stave the sunrise
from afirming our misery
And have I waited too long
or did I not wait long enough?
I put it all behind me
I guess I was hoping for something more
I guess I was hoping for something more