Been watching the hills burning and everyone is up in arms about something.
You like to say “All in good time”, and I like to say, “You’re crazy.”
It’s hard to say if there will ever be a right time.
The road ahead is a blank page and behind me is a messy scribble- crossed out and written again more times that I care to remember.
It’s never perfect. Who’s counting?
Been watching the race shut down and we all walk home.
You like to say, “It’s an honor to be nominated” and I like to say, “You’re crazy.”
It’s hard to say if there will ever be a perfect moment to make our move.
The road ahead is a blank slate and behind me are the big mistakes- the ones I’ve sworn to learn from.
Some things are easy to forget. Do I always learn the hard way?
Been watching the clouds roll in and everyone runs for cover.
You like to say, “It's destiny”, and I like to say, “You’re crazy.”
It’s hard to say if things will ever be the same.
The road ahead is calling me, a far off rhythm to be chased- I’ve been traveling towards this moment all my life.
It never turns out like I imagine. Whose coming with me?