Between the shadows cast from the ghosts of her eyes in my doorway,
And the sound of his worn-out shoes running all over the city to get back here.
A young man looks out of his bedroom window, into the gnarly haunted looking bushes.
Reminding him of how he felt inside, so twisted and broken but finally free in the night.
Awoken at long last, but finding himself in so many pieces; They started to, . . .
Fall into his stomach as the words from her lips, still in his mind; hit the ears.
Those will always be the ones that cut deepest, hit furthest, first.
Maybe always knowing it could be no other way, he fought against the tide.
It pulls you in and pushes you out, soon you look and shore is far away.
Stories of the way it could be should of ended long ago in his mind.
As the summer unwinds desperately trying ways to stop thinking.
Walking the streets, feet sinking ever further into the soul of his shoes.
Feel the beat of the street everyone downtown in the morning,
Holding their coffee like armor.
In the middle he kept shrinking, no riddle solved of his brain could help the cause.
No walk through any more city blocks would give his mind only the slightest pause.
Only praying to stop hearing the the sound of those words falling softly from her.
She was always a grey shade of pink, a soft shade of brown, and she left town.
And the sound of his worn-out shoes running all over the city to get back here.
A young man looks out of his bedroom window, into the gnarly haunted looking bushes.
Reminding him of how he felt inside, so twisted and broken but finally free in the night.
Awoken at long last, but finding himself in so many pieces; They started to, . . .
Fall into his stomach as the words from her lips, still in his mind; hit the ears.
Those will always be the ones that cut deepest, hit furthest, first.
Maybe always knowing it could be no other way, he fought against the tide.
It pulls you in and pushes you out, soon you look and shore is far away.
Stories of the way it could be should of ended long ago in his mind.
As the summer unwinds desperately trying ways to stop thinking.
Walking the streets, feet sinking ever further into the soul of his shoes.
Feel the beat of the street everyone downtown in the morning,
Holding their coffee like armor.
In the middle he kept shrinking, no riddle solved of his brain could help the cause.
No walk through any more city blocks would give his mind only the slightest pause.
Only praying to stop hearing the the sound of those words falling softly from her.
She was always a grey shade of pink, a soft shade of brown, and she left town.
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