I'm filthy and free
coming apart at
these hand-stitched seams
the ones that you've sewn me
so half-cocked I go
as crazy as I can
til I understand
why you cut yourself because
we're made to feel
dead or just numb from
here to the grave
crowded by lonesome
and heartbroken chests
that have no known love
just perversions of it
lust and codependents
I should probably calm down
just a little bit slower now
write a song or two about love and not
burning buildings
but maybe it's all the same
so do what you can
to find the light
in the darkest of places
leave plenty of traces
to share what we've learned
through gifts not exchange
and every mistake
the ones i'm always making
i hope you endure
through every disservice and
manic mood swing
or depressive rambling
not unlike this song
but i'd like to thank you
for all that you've done
that you're still my friend
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309