The city is broken
by the nights nerve
the storms of our ancestors
the words of our worlds
and I cant speak much
about it
to anyone
and I cant speak much
to you
anymore
and it claws under my skin
the radical ways
u push me out or in
find me
I'm not too far ahead
but if it's for this
for the ways i can no longer write
about anything, really
nor do I want too
it's been a long road so far
and maybe it's time to rest
maybe it's time
to finish the test, the trails, the storms, the wrong turns, all of it
and move forward
move closer to the top
and learn to sing better
and learn to understand
ppl with an open heart
I just dont understand
so many things
right now