Where the hell do I begin?
How far can I backtrack?
Maybe I’m getting Soft
Or there’s too much to unpack
So thinly veiled it’s see through
Childish like finger paint
While I try to embrace
Our place in time and space
Tried to tally up my sins
I turned the etch-a-sketch black
You keep shaking them off
I keep adding them back
If patience is a virtue
Then you’re a goddamned saint
While I try to erase
All these lines I’ve traced
I’ve tried forking my tongue
But still the truth comes out
Tried to color in the meaning
But my head’s still full of doubts
Saying outlaid
Things that are better left unsaid
Climbed the family tree
Pulled on every thread
Wrote half songs I can’t finish
Wrote full songs I can’t sing
Forcing out the words
Holding on to everything
Time is fast, the years are hard
Playing remember when
If we could do it over
Would we still do it all again?
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