seventeen

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Back when we were 17, we thought we had it bad

but maybe if we hit pause and never hit eighteen

maybe you would still be here

maybe we could still be near

but the time ticks away to one too many years

tapping away to one hundred million tears

and there's this thought in my head

that came to me in bed

what if you never left

what if what we had was a dream you didn't want to end

what if everything that went down had to be the story we shared

but why is it that you had to be the one to go

why is it that I let go even when I didn't want to

there's this repetitive track 

tipping the train back to back

there's a loop tying me down to my past

a knot tied to my hands to grasp

but I was alone with my thoughts

two tracks runnin rounds in the back

two bruises for the ice to numb the goodbyes;

these are the scars I see in my eyes...

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