Ask me , go head, ask me if I care, I got the answer here, I wrote it down somewhere, just gotta find it…(rest due to copy-paste)
I'm getting bold in my old age
So go ahead, try the door
It doesn't matter anymore
I know the weak hearted are strong willed
And we are being kept alive
Until we're killed
He's up there
The ice is clinking in his glass
He sends me little pieces of paper
I don't ask
I just empty my pockets and wait. It's not fate
It's just circumstance
I don't fool myself with romance
I just live …
Phone number to phone number
Dusting them against my thighs
In the warmth of my pockets
Which whisper history incessantly
Asking me
Where were you
I lower my eyes
Wishing I could cry more
And care less,
Yes it's true,
I was trying to love someone again
I was caught caring
Bearing weight
But I love this city, this state
This country is too large
And who's ever in charge up there
Had better take the elevator down
And put more than change in our cup………..
…………Or else,,, we are coming up!!!
If You didn't know but should've since before the first bruise…..