running bones
My bones hurt, the weary sort of hurt and Im too busy to care. The best part of today, wearing laundry fresh out of the dryer and sitting on my bed for couple of minutes to savor the feeling. Tomorrow I get to sleep in and that is tomorrow's treat.
I miss school, the years of naiive peril and anxious hearts. Those shuffling feet and army of hopefuls. I miss the comraderie, the pals, the loves, the hates Ah those days are now fleeting. Despite my chaos, I fear Ive settled in a mundane but still unsual existence. As though every multiplied step Ive been taken is just grounding me further in a rot. Ive got to leave, Ive got to run
Its not missing, I just cannot find it
Im not missing, I just cannot find you...
I miss school, the years of naiive peril and anxious hearts. Those shuffling feet and army of hopefuls. I miss the comraderie, the pals, the loves, the hates Ah those days are now fleeting. Despite my chaos, I fear Ive settled in a mundane but still unsual existence. As though every multiplied step Ive been taken is just grounding me further in a rot. Ive got to leave, Ive got to run
Its not missing, I just cannot find it
Im not missing, I just cannot find you...