Set my hand upon the seat
To gesture you “Come next to me”
All I wanted was your company
Just another pair of eyes
To help me examine life
And why we never seem satisfied
Some take a trip to the Middle-East
Brag about their adventurous tendencies
To complete strangers they’ll never meet
Thought some solitude may help
Give me a chance to know myself
But I just end up thinking of someone else
Please tell me what to do
As my rudder’s fallen loose
And the wind won’t be picking up soon
Too terrified to test the storm
Too ambitious to accept the norm
Too skeptical and so uninformed
To ever really know
Which way’s the right way to go
Been talking to that old Scarecrow
(Spoken Word)
For your sake I made myself presentable
No more blades beneath my tongue
No more daggers behind my eyes
No more pain disguised as armor
No more reason to keep from crying
Some days I wonder how you saw my surrender Could you tell I was running away from something Is that why you opened the door
Did you feel more like an alter than a partner
Should I have held back just a little bit more
For my sake, I no longer seek religion, or refuge, or last resort I make myself presentable
I arrive at my own door
Past a church on a motorbike
Boarded up like the Anti-Christ
Had done his work and was satisfied
Had to stop to take a breath
Tip my hat to this holy death
Payed my respects and then I left
It all felt like a chapter closed
No more praying for a golden road
Just some wind will do to guide me home