breathing
just comes naturally to most
me? i find my mind has become host
to more things that i could ever hold on to
thoughts and feelings taking over
breathing, talking, walking, thinking
easy things become harder
i find myself searching for
the easiest solution
making sure to take the hardest path
one thing
just a scrap of paper
or a sniff of the air
memories flooding like a sink
with the plug left in
follow me now
im lost off the track
hold onto my hand
to lead me back
will you jump or will you run?
will you let me fly?
just a scrap of paper
or a sniff of the air
just a crooked street sign
or something you'll wear
thoughts start running like
a dog at a stick
make your decision, make it quick
let me fly or say goodbye
wouldnt it be cool if we were 5 years old
hiding under blankets from
the dark and from the cold
would'nt have a problem with doing what we're told
still had our hopes and dreams to hold
sleeping in the backroom
a blanket for a roof
friends because we knew we were
never needed any proof
geraniums for mum and a smile for dad
kept us thinking nothing could be bad
thinking back to the best times that we had
running barefoot in the sunshine till
night time played its hand
the stars we spotted through the dirty glass are still the same
even though we may have forgotten their names
it could have been me
walking home with your jacket on
it could have been me
asking the dj to play your favourite song
it could have been me
it could have been me
as time went on i could see
it could have been
it should have been
maybe its better for me that its her?
doesnt really matter what might have been
there's so many things in this world, unseen
so many different lives unlived
had i not tried i could never forgive
