Skilled at hiding behind previously opened doors, try the doorknob and it’s locked and I’m gone without notice I swear you’ll do the same to me,
I don’t trust people with much, time presents a record of disappointment wherever I hope perhaps cope slippery hands in mine,
The idea is beautiful, thoughts of someone down here I can trust, lines loaded, to write of our love but the ink keeps drying yeah dying so unbelievable.
See why I spread hearty doses of my medicine, still sick from childhood clueless regarding getting better when everyone proves me right,
Asking for God’s light if they’re things I can’t see, wouldn’t be the first time, tears kiss my face until they meet the waiting ground, buried like my emotions when I’m in town.
Don’t say it, prove it,
Oh Lord I get it now,
Don’t say it then do the opposite asking why nothing changes, where is the fruit we’ve been expecting?