this place

This place is full of stories,
And if i told you this garden we thought was ours when we were kids,
Still has the youth we wish we kept,
Still has the nights we wish we didn't sleep through,
Would you take it all on yourself,
That you left behind a love that meant the world, this place to you.

I hope someone took your hand to lead you through the homes that were never yours
I hope strangers loved you hard and strong
I hope you heard some silences but mostly songs
Hiding behind trees we watched growing
As when we turned our worthless candid mornings into long, tired evenings

what to do-

I broke bones to feel more alive
But now that i'm living, it's hard to get by
I look closely but i'm still blind,
Blind and i fall,
I fall to the ground
and wonder what it means,
That i still can't clearly see you, that i can't feel a thing.


be a friend and feel my pain
I'm still bruised and broken and everything's the same
everything's the same.

Speak

Talk in riddles but talk to me
You're whispering to her but you're staring at me,
You're staring, you're glaring
With eyes i don't know
Can you hear the silence again, it's my time to go.

And when you're be ready to speak, speak, speak again
There'll be dirt on the ground, there'll be blood on your hands
When you're ready to find yourself again,
Speak to me,
Speak my name
Take this silence and take the blame,
for the wasted sunshine days
for the wasted sunshine days
I take this silence and they're my fault
All these wasted silent nights
Breathing on you, facing your back.
-

Screams through these halls,
This is one, too many calls,
Calls to someone that is not here, any more, more, more than you,
I don't live for your voice to hear any more, that's true.
This morning is mine-
No matter how hard you reach to feel today,
This morning is mine.

And you reach for the warmth of my life when it touched yours,
When my touch makes everything you know serene and beautifully calm
But today, this morning is mine.