Well I guess its here
your time has come
the stroller can push its self
The innocence is gone
Your leaving behind one part of a huge bracelet
tearing mine into pieces with your memory
holding nothing back your feathers fall
leaving them for me to gather
Shall I keep them?
Time flows like a blueberry
and when it finally bursts it
stains me with acid and breaks into a bruise
that no one can fix
Cut in half the skin breaks into little strings that can be tied together again
But I guess its your responsibility now
While I sit here and watch the sky!
