*winter Bayville sand*
My guiding lights are dimming fast
My view is obscured
I cant see how things will be
Who would I go to talk to?
Where would I find release?
What would my world come to?
I cant swallow this
There is no peace of mind
There is no sense of ease
*
As long as things go this way
I don’t see how I’ll be “okay”
Ill never be the same
My heart is pierced
No flesh wound compares
The pain of this reality is too surreal
These burdens I don’t want to bear
*
Things aren’t supposed to be this way
You’re supposed to be 25
Strong beautiful and so very alive
I’m supposed to be unable to hide
You were taller than me
This is the way it’s supposed to be
When we were 3 kids in a Levit family
When did that notion die?
When did this “sentence” reply?
Things shouldn’t be this way
Lets go back to Hicksville
Lets put up Christmas lights
Lets take Texas flights
And play all day in Bayville beach
Where harm will never reach…
*you*
"110"
ive got a bad feeling in my gut
something tells me loving you is tough
putting it all aside for now
the glare burns my eyes and i hold the wheel tight
soon enough ill take flight
*
the rain begins to pour
this feeling in my gut begins to stir
can't decipher your intentions
can't see the road ahead of me
i put it all aside
cause i have to get through this ride
*
and there are 110 reasons
why i shouldn't deal with any of this
and there are 110 pieces of proof
telling me theres so much more than what im going through
*
two ply blankets and rainy day conversations
two more reasons i can pull through this
knowing what i long for is not what i need
*
reassurance youll never see through yourself
im walking away undealt
im walking away from your baggage
i never asked to handle this
