7/29/2007

this is me down on my knees
begging God to reinstate
that promise that he made
that I’d end up ok
boundless optimism saves me
every night and every day
but these evenings keep on stretching
and I can’t find reason to stay

these minutes collect the seconds
and these months conduct the years
but the hours and the weeks
they continue to stalk me
haunting all my sidesteps
watching as I’m dressing
out the window in the trees
eyes all over me
oh please
let me consider myself in peace

there’s nothing wrong with being strong
there’s nothing wrong with being weak
there’s nothing wrong with you
and there’s nothing wrong with me
there’s something wrong with wanting
what we don’t really need
but we’ll grow out of it
in a couple of weeks