A Memory For a Life
What I would give to have it back
To be the escape artist I once was
Now I don't even keep track
Of the date, just because
Sometimes not knowing lets my mind function
Once I yank on the tarp, I'll find out what that does
Hard to fight the urge when the bungee cord is plunging
Will I leave an outline or launch myself back up
Should I just test my luck
Maybe this isn't real and I shouldn't live in fear
I might just throw a block party with what friends I have left
Or I accept the plight and wait for things to finally clear
I'll let what's in the air interact with my face, sun rays for my skin, clouds for my judgmеnt, and take in all the zest
But latеly, I'm making this cage the place where hopes can travel, adhere
I wish I didn't sacrifice memories to not feel guilty of committing theft
I wish I had a pocket full of polaroids with nothing but silhouettes
The truth is it's not always about me
This is probably what people are thinking around me